I knew the two songs from this album that were everywhere at the time. The back half of the album was a chore to get through.
The album flew by. After I finished it I went back to listen to the title track again and ended up letting most of the album play through a second time.
Great music for when you're peeling out a 20 year old cat piss stained carpet from the basement of the house you were born in. Masked up, sweating, and thriving. 3.5
Perfect album for when you lack the proper tools for carpet removal so you use a hatchet.
The first 10 seconds of this album and a few short bursts of a siren whistle might convince you this album is a good hang.
Welcome to harmonica hell: 2.5
A great album but it didn't leave much of an impact on me. I would never go out of my way to listen to any of these songs, but I also wouldn't object if I encountered any of them in the wild. 3.5
I started this album pretty sure I wasn't going to enjoy it but it won me over by the middle. That was his aim all along.
I thought I would enjoy this more than I did. It really has the feel of something I'll like a lot more after my 3rd run-through. Room to grow: 3.5
8 years later and Green Light still pops into my head once a week, but If I'm constantly checking to see how many songs are left that's probably not a great sign. 3.5
*makes tnt exploding sound*
Childhood me loved her music videos but current me can't do a double album of mid career Christina.
I've never questioned the sincerity of giraffes until now. A real life altering album.
This album fills me with life. 4.5
Can't decide if I'm more of a "ant music for sex people" person or "sex music for ant people" person but I appreciated the entomologist representation.
You're so focused listening to 10 straight minutes of Beyonce singing about fucking and getting eaten out that your coworkers need to throw something at you to get your attention. This is not a 10am album.
This is definitely a 10am album. Background music
The organ music had me feeling like I was at an old school hockey game. Second one of track one will hook you instantly.
Each song has short bits that I like and could see myself enjoying but then everything else happens and I'm disappointed all over again.
HOWEVER
this album somehow infected my brain and I returned to it all day. 3.5
A great album to listen to while you close your swimming pool signalling the coming of fall, the season of death.
You've just failed to roll your 4th pumpkin roll cake and while that pain will never truly disappear, this album is certainly enough of a distraction to help you forget for a while. 4.5
This album is like eating reheated Detroit style pizza at 9am in the work break room.
A good album to listen to if you're talking with your coworkers about how it's okay not to be sad if a terrible person bites it in very ironic fashion. 3.5
This music became the soundtrack to a rugby match and now it'll forever be associated with 4 Kiwis trying to take down a jacked South African woman.
The perfect album to accompany a mid afternoon search for a soup recipe. If you stop paying attention to the music because your eyes were enticed by the addition of serrano chiles to a soup, it's okay you didn't miss much. 2.5
Listening to this will have you wishing you had a group of background singers to emphasize your mundane deeds. If the cake I'm baking needs 2 cups of sugar I need the singers to chime in after I add 1 cup with "he just needs 1, 1 more cup!"
This album is a well done steak and all you have is a butter knife, but then again given the title I'm not sure if I should even be listening to this. 2.5
Waking up on a Tuesday morning pondering the early results of the fantasy football season. A 1-1 record can feel like losing sometimes but this album makes you look at it with a little more optimism than usual. Egbuka is real. 3.5
As a kid listening to this you believe that nothing in life will be too bootylicious for you, but an important part of growing up is acknowledging that yes, sometimes it really is just too bootylicious for ya babe.
Every night you stare at the same spreadsheet even though it hasn't changed in weeks. The focus shifts from hope to despair and back again over the same question: is Quinn Hughes the man?
*wails on the harmonica* 3.5
The new Wednesday album came out but you told yourself you can't listen to it until you've finished your 1001 albums homework. This album of piano and moaning was the generator becoming actively hostile towards me. 1.5
As a child raised on Genesis something in my dna activated like I'm some sort of prog rock sleeper cell.
You have a full blown head cold and you think maybe blasting 13:46 minutes worth of an instrumental funk jam called "Sex Machine" into your ears will force the mucus out of your nose. 3.5
Play this album through some loud speakers and watch all the old prog rockers in your neighbourhood gather and start telling one another little tidbits of information they all already know. "Did you know that's Greg Lake from Emerson, Lake & Palmer?" they each whisper to each other.
It's the type of album where I have nothing bad to say because I enjoyed all of the songs but there's no way it could ever go above a 3. It's a harmless album.
This album was smooth but in like a "I have nothing to grab onto" sort of way
Even The Beatles suffer from "your double album didn't need to be a double album" syndrome. My father is going to disown me.
Starting to come to terms with the fact that most of these bands I grew up listening to on the radio with my parents are best left to their greatest hits. A whole album's worth gets a little dull.
The soundtrack to Hannah Botterman and Ellie Kildunne beating your Canadian ass.
The Mets will never be the Dancing Queen. They didn't make the playoffs despite all that Money Money Money spent. Knowing Me, Knowing You of course I should've expected this but Why Did It Have To Be Me. 3.43
Growing up my dad used to sing Devils Haircut to my sister and I and now that man is out somewhere drinking in Portugal. These two things are unrelated. 3.73
This live album definitely goes and if you listen to it in the shower like I did it'll help wash the stink of Jerry Lee Lewis off of you.
I was not prepared to be sobbing over a tuna melt in the middle of the afternoon.
There has always been something about Dolly's voice that feels close to Alvin and the Chipmunks. I loved Alvin and the Chipmunks
I really wasn't feeling this album much at all but then A Day In The Life came on and smote my questionable opinion. 4.14/5
Passionately singing the chorus to Bad while I bake peanut butter cookies. This is PEAK kitchen music 4.5
It's October and you continue to water your hanging baskets because you want the joy to last just a little bit longer. This album goes down as easy as water in a bone dry million bells.
I want my Much Music definitely doesn't have the same ring to it as I want my MTV but as a Canadian you're used to making these sacrifices. The slurs in this hit you like a jump scare.
An album that's trying to get your body moving and move you to action. Perfect to listen to while you do a job that requires extreme stillness.
"When seasons change
and we begin to pass September
A lot of scars
that kind of scare you to remember"
That's right folks, the NHL is back.
The soundtrack to a morning of sending emails to government agencies on matters of cooler possession. The psychedelic jamming flowing out of my fingers and onto the keyboard.
Listening to this while staring into a still lake might make you go for a swim and never return (compliment)
Walking in the woods listening to Rubber Soul and carrying my nightguard in my pocket. No matter how relaxing a nap down by the lake sounds, the threat of teeth grinding never leaves. My mouth guard is my tether to reality
Sitting at the foggy dock at 7 in the morning and all the hunting dogs barking in the distance seem to match the beat of You Are The Sunshine Of My Life like they heard Stevie's call
Driving down from a cottage listening to "City, Country, City" as you pass by Toronto for the 2nd time in 3 days really makes it feel like this album was sent from the album generator gods. 3.5 (for the 3.5 hours we drove).
Sometimes your bags of Thanksgiving cookies get crushed because they were packed underneath the luggage for some reason. You gotta learn to look at things differently, a handful of broken cookie pieces is just a full cookie from a different point of view.
anyways....in the first song he talks about being born to love a little girl and in the second song he begs God to make an uninterested woman love him. "I know she needs me she just doesn't know" real sucker shit Dion.
Somewhere within all the noise of this album I found myself nostalgic for the age of the landline home telephone? I still remember about 4 telephone numbers from my childhood which is surprising to me given the state of my mouldy grey matter. 2.5
Spending hours of my day in a car with my boss. I put this album on and he cranks up the volume because it's his wife's favourite. Management lovers love MGMT. 2.75
Really unsure how I feel about this album. I continue to go back and forth between thinking it's fine and thinking it's "we have David Bowie at home" mixed in with way too much singing about young girls. 2.5
Doing my laundry on Saturday instead of Sunday and nothing seems right. This album feels like folding clothes.
Do you need to beware of all the behind the scenes drama from this band in order to really appreciate this album and the one that came before it? All I know is that there is drama but I have no idea what any of it is. I have gochujang under my fingernails, Redzone on mute, and this album playing through a sub par speaker.
This album will have you stop in the middle of a shift to look up how mangoes Jamaica exports annually. It's the joint. 3.5
Awake at 5:30am and still buzzing from the Jays ALCS win. Fuck it, play Dead Kennedys
After yesterday's ideal punk song length I am forced to endure one song dragged out over 30 minutes. The late 60s and early 70s were a plague. 2.5
I'm not old enough to be in my jazz era yet so in order for me to really enjoy a jazz album it has to be in a supporting role. I need jazz to be my wingman to a good time. This album joined me on a solo walk in the woods. Not a single other person in sight just me, this album, and the reds and oranges of fall. Shoutout to the teens who left an empty bottle of green apple vodka in the woods. You guys had a great time.
Growing up my parents owned 2 Radiohead CDs, this and OK Computer. It wasn't until I was in highschool that I discovered Radiohead was more than Paranoid Android and Pyramid Song. I'm eating a bag of nachos and trying to keep the cheese dust off the keyboard. I owe Radiohead that much.
Half pints of raspberries on sale for a buck 88 so you might as well buy a couple.Some of these songs feel like raspberry seeds stuck in your teeth. The back half is like sweet seed free relief.
While I was baking I put on a show about a bald dude with glasses eating Italian food and now I'm forced to wonder, would Stanley Tucci like Butthole Surfers? I choose to believe he would.
The first few seconds will have you reconsidering listening to this at work
I should be in the credits of this one because the leaves crunching under my feet did a lot to save this album from a worse ranking
This album was sent to me as a reminder that I've lost 99% of my ability to understand French. What a bad Canadian. 3.5
This album has me remembering just how much of my music I got from World of Warcraft pvp montages. I bet you World Of Roguecraft still goes hard to this day.
A real no skips but no repeats of an album for me. The title felt appropriate for a lunchbreak full of pizza and talking with coworkers about how the WWII generation is almost gone and people today seem to be forgetting their history classes. 3.5
Everyone agrees that our phones are listening to us but I don't think people are aware that the 1001 Albums Generator is also listening. Talk shit on Girls & Boys and the generator will punish you with Blur. When this album doesn't bore me, it annoys me. Every song had a moment where I'd hit my limit, look down at the runtime, and somehow there would always be 2 minutes left of pain.
The winter tires are re-torqued, the dahlia bulbs are prepped for winter and Billy C is in your ears singing to you about birds. November comes in like an eagle but how it goes out is for the generator to decide.
A Bowie album where I was more familiar with the album art than I was with the tracks on said album. I now understand why.
80s music to make life altering decisions about your pet to
This album captures the frantic energy of sitting in a basement looking at dirt under a microscope wondering if the heavy winds will send a tree through your window.
This is very pretty music but I think I'm craving something with a few scuff marks. Did the song 11:11 playing exactly at 11:11 blow my mind today? You bet
All my favourite singers couldn't sing
All my favourite singers couldn't sing
Listening to "That's Just Too Much" as you drive home down empty roads after a trip to the grocery store where you decided not to buy the 22 dollar pork shoulder for a Sunday ragu. You'd be excused if you let a tear roll down.
You're out of bed a little early for a Sunday so you head upstairs, make yourself a coffee, turn on one of those fishing shows that are on TV at this hour, and listen to Dirty Work while the sun rises.
I listened to this album the way it was meant to be heard, via Inuyasha AMVs
I've listened to this album 3 times today and still couldn't decide if I liked it or not. At the time of writing this, this album has 17,000 reviews and a perfect 3.0 average rating. That seems right.
Listening to "Breaking the Law" as I do my evening crosswords. This album bored me to tears. I immediately fired up Like A Prayer like some kind of musical chaser.
The ideal "soundtrack your chores" music. You need this kind of music in your life. 3.5
There is a high chance that if you bring this album into the workplace you can have your entire office singing I'm Just a Gigolo by the end of the day
As cheesy as you would expect but shockingly not in a bad way. 3.5
You decide to let this be the soundtrack to the final Sinner vs Alcaraz match of the year. How European.
A very 2025 review of this 1959 collection: If you told me only one of these songs is real and the other 58 are just AI songs trained on that one song, I might believe it. Gershwin slop. 2.5
This album is not a jam but it does end on a song about getting mugged at the tube station at midnight so that was fun.
Not a great sign when your daily album reveal is immediately followed by a loud groan. This is an album you listen to once or twice and never go back to again and I've listened to it three times. The album is fine but bloated. It's 2025 and I'm suffering from Kendrick fatigue so To Pimp A Butterfly on a Wednesday is a tall ask.
A perfectly listenable album that was boosted by the weather and traffic of my drive into work
If you strapped a heart rate monitor to me while I listened to this you'd see I was completely unmoved for the 1 hour and 8 minute runtime. I was not shaken or stirred, I simply endured.
Perfect timing to get this the same weekend I listened to LUX twice. I've basically come down on the side that an orchestra can help elevate music but it always brings with it the added bit of corniness. It's a tradeoff
My woman left me and I'm sad
My woman left me and I'm going to murder her
My woman cheated on me and I'm going to murder her
Everywhere else sucks.
Send Me the Pillow shows up and offers a glimmer of hope only to be snuffed out by Hold on to God. 1.5
The album starts with one of my favourite songs of all time. It never really gets over that 4 star -> 5 star hump but it's still real good
I put this off all day because of "Rock Lobster." That God forsaken song played on the radio all the time at the grocery store I used to work at and if I ever hear it or Karma Chameleon again, I'm going to walk into the ocean. Destroying my back trying to dig out cases of celery and just wishing the stack would fall on me and put me out of my misery.
One of those albums that sounds so much like the era. Nearly every song on here felt like it was missing that one thing that would take it over the top. You try to will it there but it never gets there and you can't really explain what's missing
This album is giving Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. I will not explain. 2.5
Sitting in a dark corner of the basement working at my microscope as I vigorously point in the air shouting "JET AWOOWOOWOOWOO" 4.5
i'd be a lot more ok with this album if it was half as long. I'm trying to cook dinner, I don't need an endurance test
Everyone should have a person or access to a person who just knows everything about every band. Never heard of Rocket From The Crypt? Just ask your connect and you'll receive a large paragraph breaking down their significance and connections.
I had the same reaction to driving in the snow this morning as Ozzy being told he is the chosen one
The ducts at work are rattling extra hard this year making a lot of noise and sometimes while listening to this album I preferred the ducts.
The kind of music that perfectly soundtracks a morning of driving in heavy winds and on icy roads. My car and those around me moving to the music
An album I've heard people reference a thousand times but I have never listened to it. I might have built it up a little too much in my head prior to listening, but it still went down smooth.
Driving up to visit my sister and nothing captures Kingston Ontario quite like A Tribe Called Quest (he says before listening to a second of A Tribe Called Quest).
The perfect album for when your playing cards with your parents and things are on the precipice of coming to blows
