*eye twitch* Feels like I accidentally walked into a saloon during an existential crisis.
The poster boy for whitewashing rhythm & blues. Big Mama Thornton and Sister Rosetta Tharpe did it better, louder and first.
Hmm, yes. This ambient track that sounds like a malfunctioning fax machine in a freezer? Profound.
Victoria: ⭐⭐⭐
Shangri-La: ⭐⭐⭐
Everything else: 🫠 and a stupid hat.
Loved hearing the foundational sound that inspired the Pixies’ sharper edge. Overall a one-time listen rather than a repeat favorite.
Definitely not something I needed to hear before I die.
Moist boot energy all the way through.
Sonic dental surgery with no anesthetic.
Clint Eastwood is always a win but the rest of the album just isn’t my cuppa.
Not a Sinatra fan (sorry Ma), and I usually can't stand bossa nova, but I was pleasantly surprised by how soothing I found this album. Will I listen to it again? Probably not.
Sneaky bubblegum sweetness wrapped inside a leather jacket.
"I wanna be your Joey Ramone, pictures of me on your bedroom door, invite you back after the show, I'm the queen of rock and roll." - Sleater-Kinney
Two timeless gems, and a final track that feels like I landed up in the middle of their morning cuddle, awkwardly holding toast.
One of my aunt’s favourite albums. Feels like an audio kush-cloud hug soaked in nostalgia. Just what I needed today. 😌✨
Some memorable Tracey Thorn treasures… the rest are just stale now.
I came in with hope. It left around track two.
Certified soulful gem! This one left a mark. 🐦🔥🔥
A velvet-voiced ego trip with a few jangly gems worth keeping. I wouldn’t be mad if it was playing in the background.
This album should be repurposed as a coaster.
Listened to this with reverence.
Not my favourite Sabbath record, but it’s where it all began. Love how raw and heavy it is and how powerful his voice was. RIP Ozzy. A legend, always.🖤
I would give this album minus stars if I could.
I’m feeling Billie Holiday on this. Too much damn brass! When it’s unbridled, it’s overwhelming. But when Basie reins it in and lets the rhythm section lead? Divine!
Midnite Blue, Splanky and Li’l Darlin’ are pure sexy noir magic.
Almost a perfect album. Paul Simon’s love letter and soft goodbye to Art Garfunkel. I’ve always resonated with Paul, his solitude, his introversion, his ache. And this album holds all of that and more.
What Billy said with an extra star purely for Holiday in Cambodia. Is he called Jello because he constantly sounds like he's being physically shaken while singing? 🥴
Why does Jon Bovi sound like he’s constantly straining?! Honestly, that can’t be healthy.
I had to unblock Blur from my Spotify just to listen to this. I'll be generous and give it 2 stars because of Song 2.
Yeah… I’m with Rosalie on this one.
😭Magnificent. Genius. Masterpiece. This album is a gift.
A mind-blowing, life-changing album for 14-year-old me. It got huge and overplayed so fast though that I lost connection with it. Still, it remains a pivotal album for me.
This album is a cheesy, awkward mess that might be somewhat okay playing very softly in the background somewhere. Again, WHY IS THIS ON THE LIST!?
The easiest 5-star for me so far. I loved this album when it came out and I’ve loved it ever since.
Hands down, one of the best albums of all time. 🌾✨ (ignoring A Man Needs a Maid)
The ADHD boss battle of jazz. And I lost, abysmally. 🎺💀
This album is a torture device. Maximum cringe. I need to lie down.
🦎 Tolerable feral desert raccoon vibes.
Glorious highs buried in a haystack of filler.
The album equivalent of your boomer dad going into the garage to saw a plank of wood in half for no reason.
IT’S A TRAP! I was lured in by the brilliance of Oh Baby, but I felt like every glimmer of gold after that was steamrolled by something clunky.
Starts strong, ends strong, a little soggy in the middle.
Not my vibe. Too old school, too soul/r&b, too Kanye-adjacent.
🤘♀️ FUCK. YES. One of those albums that shaped me. I got it as a gift from my mom for my 16th birthday. It was so much more than an album. It was acceptance and unconditional love. This will forever be on my personal list of greatest albums of all time. 🌈🖤
Oh, and Justine Frischmann is such a fucking babe! Effortless swagger, razor-sharp charm, and that beautifully blasé androgyny? YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU. 🥵🔥
While everyone was listening to BLEH and Oasis, I was listening to Elastica.
Enjoyed the warm, rootsy vibe, but not a full album repeat listen for me. Love and saved Igziabeher, though!
No one is more surprised than I am. Maybe it’s the ankle fracture and pain meds talking, because what?! This was actually really good in parts.
First full listen of this album, and dare I say… I enjoyed The Doors?
Two songs I’d never heard before absolutely stole the show: The Crystal Ship is a shimmering ★★★★. And then out of nowhere, Take It As It Comes dropped with full five-star energy. Consider my mind blown.
2 begrudging stars for fumbling Frank.
Respect for the lo-fi shimmer and sample sorcery way ahead of its time. Occasionally brilliant, but that old-school rap vibe just doesn't hit for me.
Nein. I really gave this a fair shot, but that phlegmy, gravel-gargling, mucousy, over-enunciated growl seriously just grossed me out.
If an album was an anxiety attack!
I’ve never been able to understand this kind of jazz, where it sounds like no one can hear each other, and everyone’s just soloing in their own dimension, jamming wildly, then smashing it all together in post and calling it music.
I'd personally like to launch that saxophone into the sun.
Heard of Anthrax, but this was my first actual listen, and honestly? What a pleasant surprise. The thrash metal core (guitar, bass and especially drums) is SICK. Riffs sharp enough to cut bone and a rhythm section that hits like a freight train.
And then there’s Joey.
His vocals just don’t mesh with the band’s apocalyptic thrash brilliance for me. It’s giving glam hair metal while the rest of the band is summoning Ragnarok. I swear I could smell the hairspray.
Lyrically, Scott Ian crushed it on “Indians” and “One World.”
And Charlie Benante? HOLY. FUCK. Now officially one of my favorite drummers of all time. Just a complete beast. No notes. Pure drum god.
Beautiful. Just what I needed today. This album feels like a mirror made of music. Softly devastating, gently perfect. I resonate so deeply with his lyrics and the strange safety of isolation and solitude over being misunderstood.
I had no idea “It’s better to burn out than to fade away” came from this album. That alone gave it a certain weight going in.
I also didn’t realize how fully Neil Young leaned into that off-key, straining wail post-Harvest, and wow, does he commit. 😅
It’s a bit all over the show, but I appreciated the raw edges and the clear roots of grunge planted throughout. A bit messy but undeniably influential.
Dolly’s voice is everything, Linda got me right in the feels, and while I struggled a little with Emmylou’s tone on this record, she found me in those lower registers. I’ve Had Enough destroyed me in the best way, and Wildflowers is a new favourite. Just loved the warm, golden harmony between three amazing women.
A performance so beautiful it hurts, and so vulnerable it feels sacred. 😢🖤
Couldn’t connect with it. Maybe just the wrong album on the wrong day.
Greasy diner jukebox-core. 🥤🍔
Full of personal echoes, past heartbreaks and previously unheard delights. Even though Girl is my favourite on this album, George will always be my favourite Beatle.
5 stars for the endurance it took not to claw my own ears off.
Not nearly as terrible as I was expecting… but I am just confused.
A chaotic mess with a couple of breathers.
An uneven ride with a few gems. From the plink plonk to the WAHHHHHH, it’s not bad, not great, but I do love the softness in his voice.
I mean, I know it’s a wild concept, but I feel like the singer of a band should be able to, you know… sing?
80's grocery store classic.
What in the shitty 80's family resort, sipping regret out of a piña colada hell is this?! Not the Leonard Cohen I signed up for.
This album almost had me in the first half… until it sank into beer-belly braai vibes in the second.
A jumbled mess of misogyny.
Uncomfortable. A record that drags you through filth and fury, sometimes brilliant, often unbearable.
The dad rock cringe is REAL.
Who even is this band and why the fuck is this album on the list?! Ugh, why am I even surprised anymore.
Respect for the message. The bars are phenomenal. But the endless funk-jazz slog just doesn’t do it for me.
His voice, his truth, his poetry! This album is a soul-soothing rebellion, a mirror to society then and now. A folk fuck-you and masterpiece all in one.
Sleepy heaven. Margo’s voice is pure as prayer and Sweet Jane will always have my heart.
The soul is there, the sound isn’t. Too much Ricky Martin-esque sparkle for me. 😬
k.d. lang will always be one of my heroes. I know how much this album must have meant for her to make. Her voice absolutely shines here, torchy and loungey perfection from one of the greatest voices of all time. But if the Lavender Police come knocking… I’ll confess: it’s not my favourite of hers.
I’m a sucker for The Wheel but all I want now is to watch Ab Fab and have Julie Driscoll remind me how This Wheel’s on Fire is supposed to sound.
Muddy Waters kicked down the studio door and reminded everyone who invented the Chicago blues. 🔥
You can hear the bones of what Orbital would become. Flashes of brilliance, echoes of Aphex Twin and hints of the transcendence they’d later master.
Infinite stars. The best band that ever was, and ever will be.
A mixed bag of genius and gentle shrugs.
Solid musicianship. But that voice constantly pulled it down into the basement of the high school talent show.
Strange but mildly interesting. I don’t hate it.
Finally, another album that actually deserves to be on the list.
Intriguing, poetic, lush instrumentation but so long and dense, it really tested my neurospicy limits. Still, I appreciate its Celtic flavour and her gentle vocal moments.
By far my favourite Sabbath album 🤘🔥
Fascinating, theatrical, occasionally grating, sometimes brilliant.
A swirling migraine of genius and chaos.
A chaotic Beatles cosplay musical.
If tinnitus was an album.
Old ghost trauma album for me.
Tinny toe tapping in a drizzle.
I liked the Cuban-adjacent groove, but for the most part, this was funk torture for me.
Don McLean has a gorgeous voice but writes the sleepiest folk known to man.
A masterpiece of humanity, humour, grit and love. An incredible album from a beautiful soul.
Well, I never thought I would enjoy a funk/soul album but here we are.
The influence is undeniable… but so is the migraine.
My favourite Smiths album.
It’s fine, but not my xx.
Mindblowingly ahead of its time!
The behind-the-scenes story is better than most of the songs. A few undeniable gems, but I prefer the myth of this album to the album itself.
Some dude talking into a trench coat.
Let's NOT meet again, Byrds.
Tight pants soul cruise ship vibes.
I expected to rate this higher, but there are a lot of songs on here that miss the mark for me. Still, an iconic album.
Spacey floaty analgesic sleepy vibes.
My riot grrrl heart is fed. That back end is ROUGH but there are some gems in the first half worth returning to.
A theatrical fever dream where Brian May leads a torturous fantasy LARP.
If narcissism was an album.
Scorching highs, a couple of dips, but overall iconic!