The only knock can be its discontinuity. After 1000 listens, I still hear something new.

Light psychedelic folk. Warbly-ness is more restrained than I remember from the stuff of his I heard at the time. Decent.

Not the biggest police fan. Other than the hits the songs are not really there. Nice drums throughout, and some creative guitar parts.

The Dre beats sound surprisingly timeless, and the overall production clarity is refreshing. But the content is very much of its time. The hits are interesting curios.

Relatively inoffensive, if pretty incoherent as an album. Plenty of filler: rock flute, cowbell, the blooz. Does not make me want to hang with the hippies.

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to listen to the Bowie Mix or the Iggy mix. Going with the Iggy mix. Pretty undeniable vibe. The weaker material sounds like the New York dolls. But the Stooges have an edge that seems more authentic than the later distillations. The hits are good, no real discoveries elsewhere.

The only knock can be its discontinuity. After 1000 listens, I still hear something new.

Pretty good, though I prefer “My Aim is True”. 3.5 maybe. Great opener.

The third best YYYs album. Still pretty good.

Hard for pretty much anything to match the peaks. And while I wouldn’t quite use the term “filler”, there are definitely some extremely good songs and some less good songs, rather than just a different flavor of good (as the best albums have) throughout. Still, really very good.

As much as I love the Smiths, I was surprised by how well this holds up without Marr. The songs are there, and some of the non-Smithsy arrangements really work. It feels cohesive too.

Wonderwall and Don’t Look Back in Anger are undeniable pop rock gems. The rest is either brought down by laughably bad lyrics, or aggressively mediocre. With different lyrics I think She’s Electric could have been a nice light Beatles homage.

I am overwhelmed by the nostalgic smell of a Case Logic CD binder. The first half is surprisingly nice, the second bland corporate pap leavened by The Hit. Better than it deserves to be.

Well written and crafted, but for some reason it just doesn’t move me.

Of historical interest only.

Still not completely understanding why sitar was A Thing. Not unpleasant; the covers are mildly interesting novelties.