I actually enjoyed this a lot more than I expected but still not my thing.

There’s no denying the influence or the conviction behind Horses. Patti Smith sounds fearless, defiant, and fully in control of her art. But for all its power and poetry, it’s not something I connect with deeply. Some tracks land beautifully, others feel more like endurance tests. I respect it more than I love it — a touchstone album, but not one I’ll return to often.

I liked this one, jangly guitars, lots of melancholy, surprisingly bouncy bass lines (and very out front in the mix). Not going to add it to my normal mix, but I appreciate it.

This is not really my style, but I recognize the brilliance. Just adore that moog bass line on What's My Name? So good.

Largely on the basis of the four hits - which are so good. I need to watch the movie. But

Amazing as expected.

Not totally my cup of tea but I respect it. Was cool to hear the little swing tune and the tower of power horns on a song.

The hits were amazing, but I don't find a lot of the other stuff all that accessible.

Almost gave it five stars - kind of a revelation for me since I haven't spent any time with these guys.

I had never heard of this but I actually thought it was quite good. You could hear a lot of the classic influences from Michael Jackson, Prince, etc.

Actually like this better than Purple Rain - groovier.

I can appreciate this, but just not my cup of tea.

I know this probably should be a five but just not as much what I love about music compared to many others.

I actually enjoyed this a lot more than I expected but still not my thing.

I know this is a "classic" but I just don't like it very much.

I have a lot of nostalgia for the Eagles, often listening to it with my mom who loved country and it wasn't as bad as some of that for me, but the songs don't stand up as well as I remember. Yes, there are some catchy gems, but I had to focus not to tune out some of the back half.

Pretty interesting that so many of these are covers. Cool to see some of their influences.

Really like this one and such an inspiration for a lot of music I like that has come out since then.

Solid, still not my thing.

This is a great record. Actually like it top to bottom better than Thriller.

I mean I respect the genre-combining aspect of this, but the material is kind of rough and I can't get past his need for shock value.

Much more solid than I expected. Liek happier Cure, but funkier and with horns.

Not their best, and kind of all sound the same, but I also like a "usual".

That electric jug was not a decision of sober people.

Hard to argue with the rhyming fluency, but the subject matter can be rather cringe at times. I think he got stronger over time and the seeds for that are found here.

I've heard this compared to Sticky Fingers-era Stones. That's a tall bar and it just doesn't match up for me.

So sad that some people consider this elevator music. It’s fantastic.

Respect for the clear talent, but the package is really difficult to get through at times.

Now I wish I would have spent more time with this artist!

I can see why this one is a landmark — the opener “Peaches en Regalia” is tight, inventive, and joyful, and the whole record shows Zappa’s adventurous spirit. That said, the extended jams start to feel a bit much for me, and the busier bass parts gave me flashbacks to playing with bass players who never quite left enough space. I liked it overall — somewhere in the 3.5/5 range — but for ranking purposes I’ll call it a 3. I wouldn’t go out of my way to spin it again, but I also wouldn’t change the station if it came on.

A strong final statement from The Police — sharp playing, ambitious writing, and singles that still hit with nostalgia. “Every Breath You Take” and “King of Pain” hold up beautifully, and the band interplay is as tight as ever. Not quite a five-star record for me — “Mother” feels like a jarring outlier — but as a whole it’s focused, memorable, and a fitting swan song.

On paper, horn-driven rock with jazz chops should be right in my wheelhouse, and the big singles — “Spinning Wheel” and “You’ve Made Me So Very Happy” — are still excellent. But the album as a whole doesn’t fully land for me. Slick, well-played, and historically important, but not one I’d call a five-star record. Somewhere between 3 and 4 feels right — respect for the hits and the influence, but the deep cuts leave me less impressed.

Can’t say I will ever seek this out again but I didn’t mind it.

A strong 4-star record. Marley steps fully into his role as leader here, with the I-Threes’ harmonies adding depth and warmth throughout. The grooves are steady and immersive, the political and spiritual themes are front and center, and cuts like “Lively Up Yourself” and “Them Belly Full” really shine. “No Woman, No Cry” is beautiful here, though I still prefer the definitive live version. Not a perfect five, but a great listen and a clear milestone in Marley’s catalog.

A landmark outlaw country record, built almost entirely on Billy Joe Shaver’s songs and Waylon’s grit. Tracks like “Honky Tonk Heroes” and “Old Five and Dimers (Like Me)” balance swagger with tenderness, giving the album both barroom bite and quiet reflection. It’s lean, raw, and full of lived-in truth — a sharp contrast to the polished Nashville sound of the era. Not quite a perfect five, but a solid 4-star album that set the blueprint for generations of alt-country and Americana artists to follow.

I like it more than I love it. The two big singles—“The One I Love” and “It’s the End of the World…”—still hit, but a lot of the rest blurs into similar mid-tempo jangle for me. The sound is sharp and focused (Stipe clearer, Buck taut, Mills/Berry locked), yet the back half can feel samey. Right now it sits in the solid-but-not-ecstatic tier for me.

Young Americans is Bowie at his boldest, diving headfirst into “plastic soul.” The production is stellar, the sax and background vocals elevate every track, and Bowie himself performs admirably in this new lane. Still, for all his charisma, he’s not a true soul singer, and the album can’t quite match the depth of the real legends he was emulating. A fascinating experiment and a strong listen, but not full marks.

I feel like I’m supposed to like this more than I do. There are some clever turns of phrase and a few moments where the Hammond sneaks through nicely, but overall it didn’t grab me. It’s fine, solid even, but not something I’d find myself seeking out again. More of a respect listen than a love listen.

This one really surprised me—in the best way. A lot of the songs sound like they could have been the theme to a 70s TV show, and I mean that as a compliment. The mix of strings, funky bass, and those lo-fi drum machine grooves gives it a warm, cinematic feel that’s both of its time and timeless. Shuggie’s quirky, soulful touch keeps it from sliding into cheese, and instead it just feels smooth and inviting. Not a five-star masterpiece, but a really enjoyable listen that earns a solid four from me.

Nico’s Chelsea Girl is one of those albums I respect more than I enjoy. Her voice is unique, and I can see why it holds a place in music history, but the sugary strings and delicate orchestration clash with her stark delivery for me. By the third track I already knew it wasn’t clicking, and the vibe doesn’t shift much across the record. Interesting as a document of its time, but not one I’d return to.

LCD Soundsystem’s Sound of Silver is clever, tightly constructed, and undeniably influential — I respect it more than I love it. The grooves are solid and Murphy’s lyrical wit is sharp, but it never fully pulls me in on a personal level. Glad I heard it, but I don’t see myself returning often. For me, this lands at a solid 3 stars, with a nod to its cultural weight.

Marvin Gaye’s Here, My Dear is a fascinating artifact — his voice is as gorgeous as ever, and the production has some inspired moments. But the songs themselves often feel less powerful than they should, with some veering into indulgence or even cheesiness. You can hear the pain he’s working through, but it doesn’t always translate into depth the way his best work does. For me, this lands at about 3 stars, though I’ll call it a 3.5 in spirit for the ambition and raw honesty, even if I’m not likely to return often.

Tim Buckley’s Goodbye and Hello is easy to respect but harder to love. His vocal range is undeniable, and the arrangements nod toward the adventurous spirit of the Sgt. Pepper era. But as impressive as the ambition is, the songs don’t fully land for me — it feels more like an artifact of its time than something I’d reach for often. Solid, but not essential in my book.

Cyndi Lauper’s She’s So Unusual is a blast from start to finish. The production is sharp, the personality shines through, and the big hits — “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” and “Time After Time” — more than earn their place as ’80s classics. What surprised me is how solid the rest of the record is, not just the singles. It’s not quite a five-star masterpiece, but it’s a confident, joyful four stars in my book.

This is a really good record. Adele’s voice is undeniable — soulful, commanding, and full of emotional weight. The production is strong throughout, and the hits feel absolutely earned rather than overblown. What really surprised me is how consistently solid the album is front to back; it’s not just the singles carrying the load here. That said, I’m trying to keep 5-stars reserved for those rare, transformative listens, so I’m landing on a very strong 4. It’s impressive how much staying power 21 has, even after all the overexposure these songs got when they first came out. For me, it’s not perfect, but it’s way too good to dismiss the way some people on this site seem to.

I know this one has its cult following and historical importance, but I just couldn’t get there with it. Kollaps feels more like an endurance test than a record I’d ever want to revisit. I respect the boundary-pushing and the influence it had on industrial and experimental music, but for me it was mostly grating noise without much payoff. I guess I’m supposed to admire it, but I just don’t enjoy listening to it. Sorry, this is a rare 1-star for me.

This record is easy to respect, but harder for me to love. I get the appeal: it’s ambitious, eclectic, and has plenty of variety across funk grooves, hard rock riffs, and psychedelic sprawl. But Perry Farrell’s voice wears on me after a while, and the whole thing tips into self-indulgence at times. There are flashes of brilliance, but as a full listen, it didn’t quite land. A solid 3 stars—worth hearing to understand its place in the era, but not one I’ll be reaching for often.

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan is packed with fantastic songs — some of his most iconic, in fact — and you can feel why this record became such a touchstone. The writing is brilliant, pointed, and timeless. That said, the lack of variety keeps it from being a flawless listen start to finish. It leans heavily on acoustic guitar blues, and I found myself wishing for more instrumental color to break things up. Still, the strength of the songs shines through and cements its importance, even if I don’t consider it a perfect 5.

I enjoyed this one and can really hear the influence it had on later players — the Jimmy Page connection in particular stands out. The guitar work is impressive and I’m glad to have listened as part of understanding the broader folk scene of the time. That said, while I like it, I don’t love it. It’s not going to be in regular rotation for me, and I want to reserve higher ratings for albums that feel closer to my own musical core. Important in context, but for me this lands at 3 stars.

American Music Club’s California is a fascinating listen — you can hear the early seeds of alt-country before the sound was fully defined. Tracks like “Bad Liquor” point directly toward what bands like Uncle Tupelo and Son Volt would refine a few years later. The steel guitar on the opener sets a great tone, and the record carries a certain raw, pioneering spirit. That said, the vocals don’t fully land for me, and the record feels more like groundwork than the finished form. I respect it a lot and enjoyed the listen, but it stays at 3 stars for me — an important stepping stone more than a core favorite.

Nick Drake’s Five Leaves Left is a graceful, haunting debut, with delicate guitar work and atmospheric string arrangements that clearly show why it’s so revered. I admire the craft and the mood he creates, but for me it stays more at arm’s length than I’d like. I feel like I should love it, but instead I respect it without being fully pulled in. A beautiful listen, just not one that sits at the core of my musical world.

This is Van Morrison at full power, and it’s hard not to get swept up in it. The Caledonia Soul Orchestra brings horns, swing, and fire, and Van leans all the way in — from delicate phrasing to full-throated shouts. It pushes a ton of my buttons: soulful, grooving, and played with real commitment. Sure, it’s a long double live album, but the energy rarely dips, and it’s easy to hear why this is considered one of the great live records. I don’t always appreciate Van the person, but this is Van the artist at his best, and it’s undeniable.

This one surprised me. Almost every track is an earworm, and that’s not just pop sheen — the songwriting holds up, as proven by Ryan Adams covering the entire album. It’s bright, polished, and maybe a little too sleek to feel like a 5 for me, but I can’t deny how strong it is start to finish. Definitely a 4, and part of me wonders if it deserves more.

Talking Timbuktu is a really solid record — fluid, earthy, and easy to get lost in. It’s full of subtle interplay and atmosphere, the kind of thing that works beautifully as background music for working or just letting your mind drift. That said, it doesn’t fully grab me the way some other records do, so while I’d call it a 3.5 in spirit, I’m landing on a 3 here for clarity. A cool collaboration and a great listen, but not something I’ll return to often.

This was a solid listen with some memorable moments, particularly the Springsteen-like urgency that creeps into a few tracks and the organ textures that add real depth. But overall, it leans a little too self-indulgent for my taste. While I can respect the ambition and understand why the album has its admirers, it doesn’t quite reach the level of connection that earns a replay spot for me. A good record, but ultimately more of an appreciation than a love.

A landmark album that blends soul, hip-hop, and R&B with real purpose and conviction. Lauryn Hill’s voice and writing are undeniable, and several tracks hit classic status. Still, the interlude “classroom” moments broke the spell for me a bit—they add concept but cost some momentum. A record I deeply respect and admire, even if it stops just short of that personal five-star connection.

This record feels like walking through a quiet landscape at dusk — beautifully arranged, deliberate, and heavy with mood. The instrumentation is rich and restrained, the kind of understated sophistication that draws you in without showing off. But while I really appreciate the atmosphere and the songwriting, Callahan’s voice never quite lands for me. It’s more spoken word than sung, which keeps me at a distance emotionally even as I admire the craft. I’m glad I spent time with it — there’s something undeniably artful here — but it’s more a record I respect than one I feel.

There’s a reason this record feels eternal. Everyone knows the title track — one of the most perfect soul songs ever recorded — but what makes the album great is how effortlessly the rest of it glides around that centerpiece. The grooves are deep but unhurried, the arrangements are immaculate, and Al Green’s phrasing turns every line into something lived-in and human. It’s an album built on restraint and taste — the kind of mastery that doesn’t need to announce itself. Even the deep cuts have that Hi-Records warmth, all pocket and emotion. This isn’t just background music or nostalgia; it’s a master class in feel. Sometimes greatness doesn’t shout — it just sings.

There’s no denying the sheer musicianship on Tarkus — the playing is phenomenal, the organ tones are wild, and the opening suite is ambitious in every sense. But somewhere between the dazzling runs and conceptual excess, the soul gets lost. It often feels more like “because we can” than “because we must.” I respect the scale and execution, but it’s not something I’ll reach for often.

A beautifully fragile record. Either/Or unfolds like a late-night confessional — hushed, melodic, and disarmingly honest. Even though this isn’t my usual lane, I found myself really drawn in by the songwriting and atmosphere. The little instrumental touches — especially the subtle organ moments — add warmth beneath the melancholy. It’s understated in all the right ways, and easy to see why it’s so revered. Listening takeaway: Sometimes restraint says more than grandeur.

I understand why Goo is important — it’s noisy, experimental, and helped shape an era — but it’s really not for me. There are a few moments of energy that break through (“Kool Thing” and “Dirty Boots”), but too much of it feels self-indulgent, like noise for its own sake. The two-minute feedback stretch at the end of “Mote” was my breaking point. I respect what they were going for, but I won’t be revisiting this one.

There’s no question Bitches Brew is a landmark. The musicianship is staggering — Miles leading this controlled chaos of groove, texture, and experimentation — but it’s not an easy listen. Some sections are brilliant, others feel like a fever dream in sound form. It’s definitely not the Miles record to throw on in the background or to unwind with, but when it clicks, it’s electric. I respect the sheer audacity and the talent on display too much to go lower than a four, even if I can’t see myself reaching for it often.

Joni sounds completely at ease here — her melodies flow so naturally it’s hard to tell where she stops and the music begins. Jaco’s fretless bass tone is the perfect counterpart: fluid, conversational, and endlessly expressive. There’s a real beauty in how unforced the whole thing feels. That said, it’s easy to see why some listeners find this cold or self-indulgent — it’s more about subtle mood than emotional catharsis. Still, it’s hard not to admire how effortlessly Joni makes complexity sound simpl

There’s no denying the influence or the conviction behind Horses. Patti Smith sounds fearless, defiant, and fully in control of her art. But for all its power and poetry, it’s not something I connect with deeply. Some tracks land beautifully, others feel more like endurance tests. I respect it more than I love it — a touchstone album, but not one I’ll return to often.

What a blast. The energy, the humor, the imagination — it all feels alive. The beats are fresh even decades later, and the interludes actually enhance the concept rather than bog it down. 3 Feet High and Rising pulls off something rare: it’s both playful and technically sharp. I’m not always drawn to hip-hop concept records, but this one works start to finish.

I respect what Kate Bush is doing here — the production is lush and thoughtful — but it mostly washes over me. It’s artful and layered, yet feels detached, more like atmosphere than something I emotionally connect with. I know I’m supposed to be swept away, but it just never quite grabs me.

As someone who plays the Hammond, this record hits me right in the soul. The tone, the phrasing, the interplay — it’s everything I love about the instrument. Jimmy Smith and company settle into a pocket so deep it’s impossible not to feel it, whether you’re a jazz fan or not. Back at the Chicken Shack just has a vibe — late night, low lights, a beverage of your choice. It’s warm, unpretentious, and alive.

I want to like this more than I do. There are moments where the bass grooves hard and the call-and-response female vocals almost edge toward a B-52s vibe, but the mix feels heavy and claustrophobic. I respect the attitude and the off-kilter energy, but it never quite grabs me. Interesting, occasionally fun, but more curiosity than connection.

A perfectly pleasant listen — polished, mellow, and surprisingly restrained. I respect what Urban Hymns is going for, but “Bitter Sweet Symphony” towers over everything else here. The rest fades into a kind of agreeable background hum — nice, but not especially memorable.

I actually liked this a lot more than I expected. I’d somehow forgotten that “Cars” was Gary Numan, and it’s just as cool in the context of the full record. The synth tones are fantastic—icy, futuristic, and surprisingly varied across the album. He’s not winning any vocal awards, but that’s not really the point here. This feels like the blueprint for a whole era of electronic music, and it still holds up.

A glam-punk romp with big attitude and even bigger hair. The energy’s undeniable and the sax cameo is a delight, but the songs blur together and it never quite transcends its genre trappings. Fun, not great.

There’s something both heavy and effortless about this set — Muddy in total command, backed by a band that swings like a hammer and smiles while doing it. You can hear the roots of so much that came after in every riff and groove. A landmark performance that feels as alive today as it must have in 1960.

I respect this album more than I enjoy it. The band clearly knows dynamics and has serious chops, but a lot of it feels loud for loud’s sake. Drive stands out as the one I’d return to, but most of it just isn’t my style—too distorted and busy to pull me in, especially when I’m working.

I honestly don’t know what to make of this one. It’s fun, theatrical, and ridiculous in equal measure — part Elton John, part George Michael, and maybe a little too over the top for my taste. The Comfortably Numb cover was… an experience. I respect the creativity, but I’m not sure I’ll revisit it often.

Pure early-2000s swagger. Great beats, smart hooks, and a sense of momentum that never lets up. It’s not deep, but it doesn’t need to be — it’s just a blast to listen to. A guilty pleasure that’s easy to justify.

From the first flute riff of ‘Sure Shot,’ this one had me. If I were walking up to the plate in a major-league ballpark, that’d be my entrance music. Ill Communication captures everything I love about music — groove, energy, experimentation, and joy. And I have to smile hearing ‘Root Down,’ knowing its DNA traces back to Jimmy Smith — the organ master behind Back at the Chicken Shack. Then there’s Sabotage — the track and video that proved the Beasties could turn sheer chaos into art. It’s still one of the most iconic music videos ever made. I just love these guys — their blend of musicianship, attitude, and humor is unmatched.

This is rebellion at its quietest and most honest. Red Headed Stranger tells a story of love, loss, guilt, and redemption — a preacher driven to violence, then condemned to wander until he finds grace again. Willie never raises his voice; the arrangements are spare, the pacing unhurried, and the silence says as much as the notes. Even when the Stranger kills a woman for touching his horse — his last link to a lost life — it feels less like cruelty than the echo of grief. What amazes me is how much weight this record carries with so little ornamentation. It’s a Western fable, a spiritual reckoning, and an act of artistic defiance all at once. Few albums trust the listener’s patience and intelligence like this one does. True rebellion doesn’t always make noise.