1001 Albums Summary

It’s alright. 2.75

I just don't get Queen. Sorry.

Decent classic punk. Songs about girls, relationships, girls, job, girls.

I had just listened to this a day or two before, but I wasn’t about to turn down another chance. When a song like “Misty Mountain Hop” is the low point of an album, you know it’s gotta be great.

Pretty good jazz album. Seems a lot simpler than it actually is.

Piano arpeggios. Overwrought-yet-mumbled singing. Arpeggios. Sax and violence. Arpeggios. This album has it all. Too much, in fact.

One star for the style. Subtracting four for pedophilia.

Not my favorite prog album. The musicianship is incredible. The lyrics and vocals, not so much.

Metallica’s Metallica is not a fun listen. In fact, it’s boring and a fatiguing listen. The repetitive riffs and drumming would be more tolerable if they mustered something of a groove, but the only song I found myself foot-tapping along to was the final one. There’s not even enough harshness to be interesting in that regard, either. Metallica’s Metallica might be Metal, but it’s certainly not an A.

Take your average sex-obsessed high school boy’s sense of humor, converted into lyrics and sung like a chimney sweep. That’s this album.

The vocals kill this one for me

I feel the same way about this album as I do about Bob Dylan’s New Morning. They’re both decent soft rock albums with folk leanings and the occasional strange production choice. Neil Young’s distinctive voice isn’t my favorite, and neither are his lyrics, but he manages to overcome both those shortcomings. The two songs that feature orchestral backing are a bit overwrought, but that’s the worst the production has to offer. The tunes are enjoyable on the whole and the playing is rock-solid. I wouldn’t go out of my way to listen to this again soon, but I wouldn’t turn it off if it came on. (Also, the Dolby Atmos mix on Apple Music is incredible.)

When people say they hate country music, it’s because they’ve never listened to this masterpiece. The five isn’t even ironic.

I didn’t need another excuse to listen to this again, but here we go!

It’s not bad. Not great, either. It’s pretty fun, though.

I found this practically unlistenable to be honest.

None of the songs on this record did anything for me. There wasn’t a surge of pleasure at a catchy hook, a memorable lyric, or anything of the sort. Even “Mr. Brightside” went in on ear and out the other.

This is a strange, experimental, at times impenetrable album. It’s also really good.

This is one of very few albums that I immediately loved. By very few, I mean there are around three.

Cut the skits and you have the perfect album.

I find it very hard to like R.E.M., especially this album. Michael Stipe’s mumbled delivery, the lyrics that range from cryptic to stupid, the meandering melodies. They’re just not a band I can enjoy.