Sorry dh, are you kidding me? This album slaps. 3.5 stars, bumped up for the image of someone listening three full times to award it a 1-star review. Rolling Stone Magazine watch: five mentions in album Wikipedia page. Note: album Wikipedia page in unconscionable.
koff koff…ahem…
Aretha is so amazing and she elevates these tracks so high, it feels a bit cheap to dig on the band, who stay only serviceable. So, because of that one thing, I won’t award this album six stars. Six is too generous.
Ponderous themes and ponderous production. But sometimes it kind of rocks?
Some albums just stand the test of time, exposing new layers and depths when you listen at different stages of your own life. Fine wine classics. This is not one of them.
I have a soft spot for soul sisters singing sweetly. This album has a ton of great tracks. It doesn’t hang together as a unified album necessarily, so runs way too long. But I like plucking tracks from this for other playlists. How to rate?
Never heard of this one before. After getting over my initial surprise that Devandra Barnhart is a man, I proceeded to first become hypnotized and then obsessed by this absolutely wonderful flurry of ideas. Listening to Rejoicing In The Hands has made me 10x more excited for what other hidden gems this 1001 Albums business may cough up. Rolling Stone Magazine watch: One instance on the album Wikipedia page. Receives my first 5-star review
I like everything about this. Rolling Stone Magazine Watch: mentioned zero times on album Wikipedia page. Bonus point for including a song about the magazine.
Very of it's time. Wholly unoriginal but not wholly unfun. I feel this album falls into a magic perfectly-average place. It would have benefitted greatly from shaving 10-15 minutes off the runtime. Rolling Stone Magazine watch: zero mentions in the album Wikipedia page. Well done Ash. Well done.
Ah, the original pop-princess-turns-twisted album. This stuff was so pervasive it’s hard to be objective. The relationship bitterness has gone a bit from “da-a-a-amn, girl” to “tee hee”, but I was bopping to the album quite a bit. Easy to forget how unapologetically odd and personal these tracks are, and Alanis Morrisette’s voice, much imitated since, is very unique and expressive. Liked it way more than I expected. Turn it up and singalong. Rolling Stone Magazine watch: five instances in the album Wikipedia page. Ouch, Alanis.
I’ve loved this album for all my life. And I know it’s not even Yusuf’s best. My heart wants to give this five stars. My brain wants to give this four stars. Rolling Stone Magazine watch: one instance on album Wikipedia page.
Come on, 1001. Just entering that Friday night vibe and you drop Phrenology on my lap to crank on my headphones, as if to challenge me: “rate this one two-stars…I dare you.” This game is rigged. Listening to Phrenology is the best I’ve felt all week. Rolling Stone Magazine watch: I’m tired of this joke.
An angry album with heavy things on its mind. Cube isn’t my favourite MC, but these beats are untouchable. As the bad behaviour policy requires: cha-ch-ch-check yo’self before…
Garbage. How to review an album ans omnipresent in commercials, television, movies and radio as Garbage? I don’t know. Review: It was fine. I will give it a big full bonus star for being one of my partner’s all-time favourite albums. She was vibing hard. Happy wife, happy life.
Yaaaah. Now we’re talking. If you spin this absolute gem and just don’t have a great time….well, I don’t know what else to tell you.
First time I’ve ever listened to this album…and it is incredible! Also second time I listened to this album. Sounds SO GOOD! The third time I listened I locked in the rating.
New Order has a sound. Perfect in the background. Still fine for the foreground, but better in the background. Some legit bangers on this album. Reminded me of clubbing when I was 20.
Takes awhile to get going, but once it does… The Who have always been a band I respect more than I love, but are rock gods there to be respected, or worshipped? And this album fits that mold exactly. I respect it.
What an amazing Friday evening listen. Just right, baby.
Knowing Mike Oldfield played every instrument does increase the interest. I managed to stay pretty engaged, but wasn’t exactly amped. 2 1/2, nudged to a three due to a couple of sweet parts.
One of the most fascinating aspects of music is how it can completely hijack my physiology. The rhythms in which I move and the moods in which I’m thinking. My jazz education is weak, and it always takes me awhile to switch gears to the jazz mindset. But once I do, it’s good it’s good. This one took a couple tracks, so I had to listen through a couple times. Once I was vibing: it’s good it’s good.
Ministry did have a moment, and I thrashed this album when it came out many times. Today my world has turned, and while I remembered why it resonated for a teenage version, now it feels a bit simplistic. Still, very fun revisit.