It’s Bowie in his final form.

I liked some of this, some of it felt too poppy?

I've always loved this album.

I knew "Time of the Season" like probably everyone does, even if they don't know who sings it. Didn't realize the entire album was that same level. Really solid.

There is something amazing about Blues performers, their performance as a unit while free flowing. It’s just amazing.

At the start: "This is so damn fun, I dig the drums." By the end: "Ah, so this is where Godsmack drew inspiration from. It's less fun." As a whole, it's a miss, but it has a couple hits.

This is like art noise chaos - except whereas other musicians tend to conflict and it becomes dischordent - this bleeds together, feeling like you're locked in a chair, watching Liquid Television/Heavy Metal, just subjected to chaos. I fully recognize this is out-there and not for everyone, but fuck, if it doesn't hit the notes for me.

I really enjoy The Cars… hits. The Cars *album* is kind of hit and miss. The highs are really highs, but the lows… are still good.

Big Yellow Taxi was the main hit of hers I knew. This album introduced me to a lot more of her sound, and it totally feels like a time capsule of the 70's - pleasant, easy drinking, soothing music.

I got laid just putting this album on. It's sexy 80's r&b and there's a reason "Smooth Operator" is known by everyone. TIL: it's pronouned "shaw-day"

I really enjoy Jack White, particularly during his White Stripes albums. Meg White just kind of comes out nowhere and just does magic on the drums. As a pair, it's just glorious, beautiful music.

Janis Joplin just adds gravitas to this. This is the kind of album that I'd have dropped everything and headed to San Francisco to be part of the scene. It just feels like a time capsule, and it pulls you back.

My exposure to Badly Drawn Boy was limited - it's an artist that a few people pushed hard and fawned over, which always turned me off of it. But sitting down and listening to this whole album - it's really moving, and impressive with how expressive it is.

I am sure this was probably a mind blowing “freaking out the normals” during its heyday. But in spite of all the intelligent things I’ve read of Zappa, god, this album is just “check out out how wild and zany we are! Are you freak out yet?!”

This came out right before I moved to Chicago, and god did the scene kids their love it. Because of the nature of electronica, I think the way they licensed every track on this album for movies/shows/commercials was a smart, and no doubt lucrative movie that made sure EVERYONE knew who Moby was, or at least, had heard his music. It's a good album that once started, you just lose yourself in.

I'm familiar with Thundercat based on his work with other artists, but not his solo stuff directly. But holy hell, that bass playing is smooth. The lyrics are all over the map, some of it is so silly, some of it is tight. Overall, it's a tight album.

It's kind of crazy that we have so much music nowadays that a group like Gang Starr can be missed. Classic 90's hip-hop and lyrical styling. Oddly enough - I have heard two of the tracks via Skate 2 and GTA IV.

The extent of my knowledge of Dexys Midnight Runners is "Come on Eileen" - so this exposure is something else, opening up the doors to what they were beyond the hit. But it's like… this was the last album before the broke up, and it's fitting, because it just doesn't feel like a solid album, but more of a dying rattle.

This is such a conflict for me. I was a "fan" of the Doors in my youth. I loved their albums, I read Morrison's poetry, consumed the biographies. But it's always been clear the band is a sum of its parts, but I think without Jim's chaotic clown persona, they wouldn't have been as big as they were (no matter the "incidents" around him, I think it was before the idea that "even bad news is good news, because everyone is still talking about it." It's not my favorite collection - but damn if it doesn't bring back memories.

It's Damon Albarn, who I have enjoyed in damn near everything he's done. And this is a nice powerhouse project of London musicians - pulling out Clash Bassist Paul Simonon out of retirement? This is such a good project.

The post-Cliff Burton death album. Is it lacking in bass? Yes. I don't blame Newstead for that, though, he got the short end of the stick there. It's metal, it's thrash, but it's very… consistent with not a whole lot of variety (it looped on me and I didn't even realize the album ended). For the era, it was awesome, and it's still worth a listen if you like metal.

Cock rock for your parents. They wasted Satanic Panic on “Knights in Satan’s Service” with some of the most mild “rock” - honestly, I think the songs I know? Are mostly from covers that sound better than KISS’s own work. And Gene Simmons is a wanker. They get a 3 for being “iconic” in their era, but meh.

Sinatra is timeless. The whole crooning era, the music, the mob. It’s just pleasant all the way round.

This is an absolute jam. It’s classic, it’s timeless, it is easy to listen to.

It's Queen becoming a little more glam rock. It's okay - it has hits hit - but the rest kind of falls flat for me.

I don't think anyone can say Prince wasn't talented. Dude was a powerhouse, and also had the best Super Bowl half-time show. It's still an impressive album from 1982 - but aside from the bigger hits (1999, Little Red Corvette) it shows that in spite of his technical prowess, it's still banking on his eccentricities over the power of the music.

Shit, did I just become an NPR member and now list "world-music" as my defining personality trait? This isn't a genre I tend to seek out - something more you encounter unexpectedly. It's solid - it's worldly. I wouldn't change it if it came on, but it's not exactly something that would always pull me in - there would have to be a situation for it.

Nick Drake’s Pink Moon is an absolutely beautiful album. “Timeless” doesn’t even feel big enough for it. I put it on, listened to a few tracks, and quickly found myself pulled in, not just by the music but by the need to understand more about who Drake was. It’s so simple - just him and his guitar, with the rare piano line on the title track - and that rawness makes it all the more powerful. Nothing gets in the way. Every note feels direct, like he’s playing in the same room. What strikes me is how pure it is. There’s no attempt to dress it up or make it something bigger than it is. And yet, knowing what he went through, there’s a sadness behind it - especially the idea that he only seemed at ease when he was creating. I can relate to that feeling: the peace that comes only when you’re in the act of making something. Even all these years later, Pink Moon feels alive, whispering to whoever’s willing to slow down and listen.

I’m pretty sure I caught White Denim live once, and (if I’m remembering correctly) their set wasn’t nearly as tight as what I’m hearing on D. But that was years ago, and bands evolve. Reading up on them, it sounds like this album marked a turning point - where they found their footing again and rediscovered that spark. You can hear it. The playing is sharp, the grooves are unpredictable but never messy, and there’s this sense of momentum throughout. It feels like a band locked in, pushing each other creatively, and just having fun being good at what they do.

I’ll admit, I never really sought out Indian classical music growing up. Something about it felt off-limits - as a child, I feel like (in America) "foreign music was weird and goofy." Maybe it was my small town upbringing. Maybe because, as I grew older, I associated it more with massage parlors, yoga studios, or incense-clouded head shops than with something I’d actually listen to. But Call of the Valley surprised me. It’s genuinely beautiful. It’s carefully composed, melodic, and intentionally structured to tell a story without words. It invites you in, gently. There’s a meditative quality to it, but also a quiet emotional arc. It’s the kind of album you can put on, let play in the background, and then suddenly realize you’ve been completely absorbed. You lose time in it.

This thing still sounds like a basement lab: dusty loops, chopped kung-fu flicks, and nine hungry voices crowding one mic. RZA turns cheap gear into alchemy - minimal, menacing beats that leave space for personalities to crash through. And every voice cuts different: Meth’s grin, Ghost’s technicolor slang, Rae’s street cinema, GZA’s cool precision, ODB’s beautiful chaos, Deck’s razor syllables. It’s grimy and DIY, but the vision is airtight. Staten Island mythology, comic-book world-building, and hooks you end up chanting without realizing. It’s a cultural earthquake that also works as a front-to-back album: momentum never drops, the skits stitch the universe together, and by “C.R.E.A.M.” you’re fully converted. What more can be said? It blows past expectations because it owns its environment and turns limitation into style. Standouts: “Bring da Ruckus,” “Protect Ya Neck,” “Da Mystery of Chessboxin’,” “C.R.E.A.M.” Wu-Tang is for the kids.

I know Stevie Wonder’s music - I’m no stranger to it. Over the years, friends have pushed his tracks on me, and it’s never been wasted effort. This album in particular is bold - he criticizes Nixon! Imagine a Black musician openly taking shots at the President today with that kind of directness. But that’s Stevie Wonder: fearless, brilliant, and impossible to pin down. His music is amazing, his lyricism and compositions pure magic. And this record sits right in the middle of his “classic period," where he was firing on all cylinders and producing one masterpiece after another. It’s proof of why he’s rightly considered one of the all-time greats.

“I’ve had a rough night, and I hate the fucking Eagles, man!” – The Big Lebowski Yeah, I get the hate. The Eagles have always felt like the corporatocracy of rock. Solid musicians, sure, but they manufactured themselves into a polished product rather than a genuine movement. They built on the fading hippie energy of the ’60s, then cashed in big. They were the first band to break the $100 ticket barrier, making them a symbol of music-as-commerce. As T-Bone Burnett put it: “[The Eagles] sort of single-handedly destroyed that whole scene that was brewing back then.”

Sonic Youth remain one of the great mysteries in music for me. They sit in this strange, almost impossible space - an art-alt-rock band that turns improv and jamming into something both dissonant and strangely structured. It’s chaotic, but it’s chaos with a purpose. Daydream Nation is the purest form of that idea: sprawling, noisy, jagged, yet meticulously assembled. It’s the sound of guitars being pushed to their limits - tuned, detuned, layered into walls of feedback - and still it all lands as something musical, something alive. I’ll admit: I didn’t get it when I was younger. It felt too abrasive, too inaccessible. But with time, I grew into it. Now, I can hear the beauty inside the noise, the way Sonic Youth bends the rules of rock until they create something entirely their own.

Radiohead is the band that first nudged me toward more experimental, “out-there” music. OK Computer feels like a leap forward from The Bends - which is already a fantastic record - but this one pushes into something stranger, more layered, more unsettling. The little anecdotes from this era, like Baz Luhrmann approaching them for songs or the wide range of artists taking notice, just show how much their reach had expanded by this point. They weren’t just another rock band anymore, they had become the band everyone wanted to tap into. For all its reputation as a challenging or cerebral album, I find it surprisingly easy to listen to. It flows beautifully, and I can just put it on, chill, and let it carry me along. It’s immersive without being alienating, being a perfect balance of ambition and accessibility.

This one’s tough. The Soulquarians’ production is incredible - warm, soulful, and locked-in. “The Light” and “The 6th Sense” are classics, and “A Song for Assata” is powerful. But then you get hit with jarring moments of misogyny and homophobia, which clash hard against the album’s conscious, liberation-focused vibe. It’s a record that sounds amazing, but it’s hard to enjoy because of those contradictions.

This album will always feel special to me because of high school, when my friends and I bonded over it. It marks a real progression for Led Zeppelin - shifting from hard rock into more folk-inspired sounds, while still showcasing their incredible musicianship. At the time of its release, it actually received mixed reviews, with many critics not knowing what to make of the sudden turn toward acoustic and folk influences. But in hindsight, that change in direction feels crucial. It showed the band’s willingness to evolve, absorb outside influences, and prove that they were more than just volume and riffs. It’s a pivotal moment in their history, reflecting growth, experimentation, and a unified focus as a band. A turning point that expanded what Led Zeppelin could be.

The “King of Pop” (though here still very young and not yet crowned), Michael Jackson was already a household name from his Jackson 5 years. Off the Wall marked a huge departure, proving he was more than Motown singles and family fame. Teaming up with Quincy Jones and a host of top-tier musicians, Jackson delivered an album that blurred disco, funk, soul, and pop into something sleek and boundary-pushing. I wasn’t really a Michael Jackson fan growing up, as his his style never clicked with me, but listening to this record, it’s impossible not to hear the raw talent and sheer musical power. Tracks like “Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough” and “Rock with You” cemented him as a solo star, while the deeper cuts showcase just how versatile he could be. At the time, critics were positive but somewhat muted, often dismissing it as just another disco album. In hindsight, though, it’s clear Off the Wall was a pivotal turning point for Jackson’s career, and maybe for pop music itself.

I feel like everyone had this album when it came out. At the time, all the rocker kids thought it was cool to hate Green Day for “selling out.” But the truth is, they left their indie label on good terms and simply blew up, and I feel like there’s no way an indie label could’ve taken them further after the first two albums. This was pop-punk at its best: polished, fun, and catchy. Too many people associate that polish with being fake, but Green Day has always been true to themselves. Dookie wasn’t a betrayal of punk - it was an entry point. It brought punk rock into the mainstream, and for a whole generation it was the first step down a rabbit hole of discovering indie punk bands that influenced them. I love this album. It’s fun, it’s raw in its own way, and it deserves all the love for opening the door to punk for so many.

Steely Dan is a band I could just never get into. I tried. I really did. Years ago I worked at a restaurant/bar where our chef loved Steely Dan - he played them every night. And still, it never clicked for me. That’s not to say they aren’t talented - far from it! Their musicianship and songwriting are undeniable, and I know they’ve had their share of hits. But for me, it never went beyond casual recognition. Countdown to Ecstasy, their second album, is often praised by fans for being looser and more jam-oriented than their debut, but I find myself listening and still feeling like it just isn’t my thing. For some people, this is sophisticated, jazz-tinged rock at its finest. For me, it’s music I respect more than I enjoy.

The Velvet Underground’s trippiness and weirdness has always meshed well with me. Pale Blue Eyes is such a beautiful song, and this album shows the band leaning into a more melodic, polished sound compared to the abrasiveness of their earlier work. It wasn’t a commercial hit at the time, but it’s aged into one of their most admired records. What I love is how they managed to smooth things out without losing their edge. Coming off their raw beginnings, this feels like a shift towards accessibility that still stays true to who they are. Oddly enough, when bands like Green Day did something similar -sounding more polished and moving labels - they got accused of selling out. The Velvet Underground didn’t get that criticism, just indifference back then. But history has been kinder: this record proves they could be both strange and beautiful at the same time.

Cat Stevens is such a unique musician - instantly recognizable, with a voice that feels both fragile and powerful. I feel like everyone knows at least one of his songs, even if they don’t always realize it’s him. Tea for the Tillerman is probably his most beloved record, packed with some of his biggest hits like Wild World and Father and Son. It’s a beautifully intimate album, easy to put on and just lose yourself in the emotions. The stripped-down arrangements make it timeless, while the lyrics wrestle with themes of growing up, change, and spiritual searching. At the time, it solidified Stevens as one of the defining singer-songwriters of the early ’70s, standing alongside artists like James Taylor and Joni Mitchell. Decades later, it still resonates. Proof that simple, heartfelt songwriting can be as powerful as any elaborate production.

I’ve heard of Manic Street Preachers. They’re one of those bands whose name always seems to float around, but when it comes to their actual music, it just doesn’t land for me. This album felt ultimately forgettable. It came and went without leaving any impression, and while I know it has a following, it just isn’t something I’d return to. That said, Everything Must Go holds a major place in the band’s history. It was their first album after lyricist and rhythm guitarist Richey Edwards disappeared in 1995, a moment that shook both the band and their fans. Instead of collapsing, they regrouped and pushed forward, reshaping their sound into something more accessible and anthemic. Critics and audiences embraced it as a triumphant rebirth - but for me personally, even with that weight behind it, the music itself still doesn’t connect.

Quintessentially ’80s through and through. I was always a fan of them - Shout, Everybody Wants to Rule the World, Head Over Heels - their blend of new wave and prog rock just hit me hard and made me an instant fan of this album. I don’t know if they ever created anything beyond this that struck me quite as deeply, but Songs From The Big Chair remains a perfect snapshot of what may have been their peak. The title itself is fascinating: it was taken from a TV mini-series about a woman with multiple personality disorder who only felt safe “sitting in the big chair,” and the band felt the songs reflected that sense of fragility and safety. It’s an ambitious, glossy, and emotional record that cemented their place in my music history and still feels monumental today.

This album almost suffered from its own success. It was everywhere when it came out, with radio saturation making sure everyone knew the songs, and soon enough it became "cool" to hate Coldplay. But strip away the backlash, and what’s left is a strong debut by a group of genuinely talented musicians. Parachutes might not be bursting with cultural relevance, but it was exactly the kind of record people needed at the time - something earnest, melodic, and quietly optimistic. As a debut, it’s damn impressive. Critics often brushed it aside as being “too bright and cheerful,” and honestly, when it came out I didn’t want to hear that either. Revisiting it years later though, it’s clear just how capable Coldplay were right from the start, and how well these songs still hold up.

I think everyone in my generation has heard at least one Temptations song, but Cloud Nine shows them taking things in a new direction. This album marked their move into funkier, more psychedelic territory while still holding onto the Motown polish that made them legendary. You can hear the influences of the late ’60s swirling through it, but it never strays too far from their roots. The result is fresh, funky, and full of energy - an album that makes you want to keep moving. There isn’t a bad track on here, which only reinforces how monumental the Temptations were, not just for Motown, but for popular music as a whole.

My first teen job was at Burger King, and one of the managers there loved Queen. He’d play them constantly, and this was back when radio stations would sometimes spin entire albums straight through. This record always takes me back to those days. Queen is undeniably one of the greatest bands of all time - Mercury’s voice, May’s guitar - it’s just a powerhouse of talent. Queen II was their “harder” album, but it still feels so fresh. It doesn’t fit neatly into rock, and it sure as hell doesn’t belong in hair metal. It’s just… Queen.

The Germs were pure chaos and raw inspiration. I can’t help but wonder how many bands wouldn’t be what they are today without their influence. GI was the epitome of “better to burn out than fade away” - just one album, yet it left an indelible mark. With ties to Pat Smear and even Belinda Carlisle (The Go-Go's), their story is as strange as it is tragic. Darby Crash’s life ended in a heroin overdose at just 22, but not before he and the Germs released what’s widely considered the first true hardcore punk record.

If surf rock ever hitched a ride on a UFO, it would sound like Bossanova. The Pixies took their snarling, off-kilter energy and launched it straight into orbit. Warped guitars that crash like waves, reverb that echoes through the cosmos, and Black Francis screaming like he’s channeling transmissions from deep space. It’s a strange blend: beach party vibes colliding with interstellar static. “Velouria” may have been the hit, but “Dig for Fire” is the track for me - laid-back, hypnotic, like a campfire on some alien shoreline. Bossanova is what happens when you ride the surfboard straight off the beach and into the stars. A cosmic, surf-punk fever dream that still feels completely its own.

If modern times had a mythology, Jimi Hendrix would be carved into its pantheon. Before him, there wasn’t anyone quite like him - and after, even those who tried could only trace echoes. Electric Ladyland is more than an album; it’s a spell, a masterwork that feels both a product of its era and something utterly timeless. The sheer fluidity with which Hendrix blends his guitar, voice, and bandmates is staggering. It’s not just musicians playing, it’s alchemy. Every track is meticulously crafted yet alive with improvisation, that paradox of perfectionism and freedom that only he seemed able to hold. Listening now, you can pick out the fingerprints he left on later generations. I swear you can almost hear a line running straight to Ween’s surreal grooves. Tight, daring, cosmic: this is Hendrix at his most expansive, and it still feels like music made for a future we’re still catching up to.

Love him or hate him, Eminem is the epitome of a white guy stepping into hip-hop and proving his talent could stand on its own. This album didn’t just make him famous - it cemented him as one of the most controversial and technically brilliant rappers of his generation. The Marshall Mathers LP is an album of pure frustration. Critics at the time accused him of exploiting shock value, but it feels less like a calculated stunt and more like a cathartic release. He was suddenly thrust into stardom, overwhelmed by attention he never asked for, and this record sounds like him emptying all that chaos into the mic. Anger, humor, misogyny, storytelling, social commentary - it’s all thrown at you with breathtaking speed and precision. What makes the album so powerful is that the contradictions never resolve. He raps with homophobia, then later shares a stage with Elton John. He lashes out at fame, yet leans into it with full theatrical flair. It’s messy, offensive, brilliant, and human, a raw glimpse into a man wrestling with his demons in real-time, and letting the world watch. Two decades later, the impact still lingers. It’s not just a landmark in Eminem’s career, it’s a landmark in how music can be both art and controversy at once.

I did not expect to love this album as much as I did. You can hear the influences a lot of artists took from him.

An old classic.

Their two most popular tracks on this album are also their longest 😆 Old school stoner rock.

Not my style. It’s good, it just needs that “fit.”

This is the soundtrack to a John Cusack 90’s rom-com

Love this album from top to bottom.

I'm not a hip-hop aficionado - that being said, there is a reason Ghostface Killah has had such an illustrious career.

Quintessential 80's. Synth, big hair, drugs, Bobbie Brown. Pretty sure this was played a lot at the roller rink. The extent of my knowledge is The Bodyguard, "Private Dancer" and Kevin Costner (which I've never seen) and the chorus to "What's Love Got to Do With It."

It’s simply a fantastic metal album.

I feel Harrison was the most over-shadowed Beatle. Always behind Paul and John, never getting as much focus and I feel his solo work shines.

The album that was Sonic Youth going from "artsy and out there" to "trying to be more polished."

This is such a fun jam.

They have a sound and quality that could've been created at any point in time, so it's even more bizarre that this album was from a band from Cleveland in the late 70's.

You know Perry Farrell was one of the last people to be with Taylor Hawkins before he passed? And that he's a notorious drug addict with impulse control issues? Yeah, Perry Farrell sucks. "Godfather of alternative" or not, he's done more bad than good.

She achieved just as much fame as her brother - she had so many hits and impact in music. Growing up in the MTV era, I guess it's no surprise how familiar I am with a lot of her music - from her appearances in films/soundtracks - she was a cultural powerhouse. And then the bullshit over the Superbowl. She deserves more respect than that. While the "New Jack Swing" may not be a style I seek out, her album is damn catchy and socially conscious, so it deserves all the love it gets.

Elton John is just a phenomenal musician. I don't love every song he does, but his hits fucking slap hard, and his "lesser" songs still are pretty damn good in their own right. I didn't grow up listening to him, it was more of a post-teenage re-introduction to his music that really made me appreciate it.

Listening to this while driving through the mountains of Colorado feels oddly appropriate. The music is beautiful, but her singing - it feels more like narration mixed with poetry.

So these were the forefathers of industrial, and they’re Swiss? I was thinking Rammstein/industrial/MLWTKKC/NIN - and it seems they definitely owe their sound to The Young Gods.

A blend of funk, rock and soul. Sly & The Family Stone are a classic. For me, this was more of a "really enjoying the highs, not really enjoying the rest."

So Simon took a lot of shit for breaking a "cultural embargo on South Africa" because of apartheid. But he was looking to showcase black musicians, which makes sense that their local music collective championed this and people didn't, since it was spreading a predominantly "black sound" - by a white guy. But it reads like he paid the musicians well (many who didn't know who he was), and showcased a lot of their local music/styles.

So this was written under an NDA as it was Bowie's return to music after taking several years off from heart surgery. Bowie is simply timeless, and it's a good album - it feels like it touches on a lot of history, and his different personas (in the sound, too, which makes sense, since he hired a lot of people he'd worked with prior).

I’ve always felt Hole received more hate than they deserved. Courtney Love in particular has long been treated as a lightning rod, often overshadowed by gossip and controversy rather than taken seriously as a musician. But Live Through This makes the case that Hole was never just hype or tabloid fodder - they were a genuinely great band. This record feels like the culmination of their early energy, sharpened into something both raw and strangely polished. The guitars are abrasive yet hook-filled, the choruses stick in your head, and Love’s voice vacillates between a sneer and a scream. You can hear the band’s growth from Pretty on the Inside that they’ve kept the fury but refined it into songs that cut deeper. What really stands out, though, is the perspective. This isn’t just an album about being angry at an ex or railing against the system in the abstract. It’s a scorned woman album, but the scorn is directed at society itself - it is targeted at the way women are looked at, diminished, commodified, and silenced. Songs like “Violet” and “Miss World” take direct aim at the contradictions of femininity under a male gaze, while “Doll Parts” is almost unbearably vulnerable, as if Love is peeling back the armor to reveal the insecurity underneath. It’s easy to see how many modern female alternative and indie musicians owe something to Hole. You can hear echoes of Live Through This in everyone from Mitski to Wolf Alice to Olivia Rodrigo when she leans into distortion. The combination of unflinching honesty, jagged guitars, and the refusal to soften rage for palatability paved the way for a whole generation. Nearly thirty years later, Live Through This holds up not just as a relic of the 1990s alternative boom, but as one of its most essential documents. It’s an album that’s as confrontational as it is catchy, as painful as it is cathartic. And it proves that the dismissals Hole received at the time say more about how we treat outspoken women than about the music itself.

I was never a big R.E.M. fan. They always felt too vanilla - they SOUND amazing, I'm not denying that - just they always seemed shallow and vapid, like a corporate pop band - but then again, that could also just be me not clicking with Stipes voice, versus the solidly polished band playing behind him. It's a good album, no doubt. I love "It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" - but really, that's it for me. They felt like a band that had a few awesome hits, but a lot of "sounds good" output.

Irish Neil Diamond? I mean, Neil Hannon. This album is all about grand gestures - orchestral swells, lush arrangements, and a voice that could sell out a Vegas residency if it wanted to. It really does have that Neil Diamond energy - but dressed in Irish charm and a bit more irony. I admire it, even if it’s not quite my cup of tea.

This one feels like a bit of a random inclusion on the 1001 list. Modern Kosmology is clearly psychedelic folk, leaning into the cosmic and experimental, but without doing anything that feels particularly groundbreaking, especially for an album released in 2017. Jane Weaver is definitely talented, and there’s a cohesive aesthetic here. But to my ears, it sounds a bit like a female-fronted version of The Doors: swirling, trippy textures, hypnotic grooves, and mystic leanings. It’s fine, competent, atmospheric, but I didn’t find myself getting pulled into it emotionally or sonically. Nothing here blew me away.

What can be said about The Clash that hasn’t already been said a thousand times? This album is the sound of a band evolving. They took their punk rock roots and pushed beyond them, folding in blues, reggae, and straight-up rock ‘n’ roll. It came out of a period of writer’s block and frustration, but also of reinvention—changing how they worked as a group. The result feels alive, restless, and fearless. It’s tight. It’s good. I put it on and ended up listening to it three times in a row without even realizing it, because the flow is that seamless.

What in the new-wave, post-punk? I came in unfamiliar with Orange Juice, but Rip It Up hits with this funky, jangly energy that feels like a left-turn from the punk ethos. It’s got that vibe of bands who traded in straight-ahead aggression for rhythm, groove, and synth sheen—like when punk dipped its toes in reggae or disco, then suddenly sprouted keyboards and polished edges. The title track was their biggest hit, even breaking into the UK Top 10. It’s also notable for being the first Top 40 UK single to feature the Roland TB-303 bass synth, years before it became the sound of acid house. It’s good, it’s smooth, it’s a jam.

Kind of Blue is considered Davis’s masterpiece - and it’s easy to see why it’s often hailed as one of the greatest jazz albums of all time. If you have even a passing respect for music, you know who Miles Davis is. What makes this record remarkable is the process: the musicians weren’t given rehearsals or elaborate scores, just a few sketches and loose frameworks. From there, they improvised, and out of that spontaneity came a work of art that feels effortless. That’s the essence of jazz, and it’s also a testament to how tight and in sync this group of players were. It’s timeless, fluid, and versatile - you can imagine Kind of Blue as the soundtrack to so many different moments in life. It’s not just background music; it’s a mood, a presence, a world you step into.

This album doesn’t feel particularly essential. It isn’t groundbreaking, and it’s not even Cee-Lo’s strongest work. It’s listenable enough, but it breezes by without leaving much of an impression. Nothing here really justifies its place as a “must-hear before you die” record. What makes that even clearer is how much stronger Cee-Lo’s work became afterwards, especially with Gnarls Barkley, where his talent and creativity really took off in ways this album never quite achieves. The Timbaland collaboration is the standout here, easily the best track on the record, but even that isn’t enough to elevate the whole album.

George Clinton & the P-Funk All-Stars were my second concert ever, and even with only a vague awareness of their catalog, I was instantly pulled into the party. That same energy lives here. This album is pure Funkadelic- funky, fresh, and irresistibly danceable. It’s the kind of record that makes you realize how impossible it is to talk about funk without talking about George Clinton and everything he touched. Historically, One Nation Under a Groove was their commercial peak, a defining moment where funk stretched out into the mainstream without losing its edge. The title track alone became an anthem, but the whole album showcases that blend of groove, humor, and psychedelic weirdness that made P-Funk a movement, not just a band.

This is a sexy album. I feel like everyone has been subjected to at least one song on this album - either during sex, or in a sultry film scene. And it fits. Dummy is moody, hypnotic, and drenched in trip-hop atmosphere. Beth Gibbons’ vocals float like smoke over beats that feel pulled from noir soundtracks and dusty jazz samples, creating something both intimate and cinematic. When it was released in 1994, it practically defined the sound of trip-hop and became the template for countless imitators. It’s dark, but it grooves, and it’s impossible not to sink into it.

I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt familiar with blues music. Maybe it’s the seamless way the musicians lock together - riffing, improvising, and still sounding like a cohesive unit. Some people in my group discussion found this album to be a drag, but for me it’s the opposite. Hard Again is a jam. It’s musically incredible, and it’s the kind of record I could throw on anytime. This was Muddy Waters’ big comeback in 1977, produced by Johnny Winter, and it brought him roaring back into the spotlight after a quieter stretch in his career. You can feel that energy here. It’s raw, powerful, and deeply rooted in the blues tradition while still sounding alive and immediate.

Okay, Rush, I’m sold. For the longest time, I was kind of put off by them. Maybe it was Geddy Lee’s falsetto that didn’t sit right with me, or maybe it was some of his comments about other musicians leaning too much into fantasy. Whatever the reason, I never really gave them the chance they deserved. But Moving Pictures changed that. This album is solid. I get why they have such hardcore fans now. Lee’s bass lines are phenomenal, Neil Peart’s drumming is on another level, and the whole band plays with such precision that it’s almost impossible not to get swept up in it. It’s also no accident that this is often considered Rush’s masterpiece. Their most polished, focused, and accessible album. It balances progressive rock complexity with arena-ready hooks, making it not just a high point in their catalog but maybe one of the defining rock albums of the early ’80s.

I’m a sucker for this style - acoustic guitar at the core, with orchestral accompaniment layered on top. It adds gravitas, a weight that tugs at emotions and makes every note feel monumental. There’s a reason Cohen is so often quoted: his music aches with his soul, dripping with raw feeling. This album in particular captures that balance of intimacy and grandeur. The arrangements amplify his words without overshadowing them, leaving you with the sense that every song is both deeply personal and universally resonant.