Lorna Doom is the star, with able support from Don Bolles. Pat's wall of noise is kept low in the mix so it doesn't detract from her melodies. The challenge is ignoring Darby's bratty ranting. GI ends with 10 minutes of filler that presumably took 5 minutes to write in the studio. Clearly, they were in a rush to get an LP out before the fad was over, but a 28 minute album would have been fine. The band's sound and the dry production were clearly modelled on just such an album, released by Ramones over two years previously, but that one also had good ideas and good songs. Where GI tries to expand on the template, it mostly irritates. The sampled speech on Media Blitz is a nice touch, but the aforementioned mess of Shut Down (Annihilation Man) and the phased cymbals on Our Way show they ought to have stuck to Their Way.

Don't trust an album on which the best songs are the ballads. I have a feeling I'll say that a lot during this challenge. Tuesday's Gone is pretty good, though, and to a lesser extent I enjoyed Simple Man and Free Bird. On a couple of the better songs, Ronnie van Zant sounds oddly like Gary Brooker.

It's not my favourite of the incredible mid-60s "gone electric" trio, but it is excellent (and I expect I'll be seeing the other two later).

Led Zeppelin are a band I've always hated, but every now and then I listen to them to try to understand what others see in them. This time around, I actually quite liked a few songs. It's still mostly a case of "that's not a good song, but it's a good groove, even if it goes on way too long," but that's a big change. I don't even know who I am any more.

Day 5: This is more like it. I hadn't heard this album in full since about 2007 and it was a delight to hear it again. I had forgotten the non-singles, other than Me and Mr Jones, but aside from the slightly underwhelming Addicted they're all good. I especially liked He Can Only Hold Her.

Prince made loads of good singles but the albums I've heard have a lot of filler, this being the exception.

I've owned the demos of this one for years and they were my favourite XTC album. It was a real treat to finally hear the finished album.

Musicians of the 1990s: you do not need to fill up the whole capacity of the CD. I had to listen to this in three shifts because it's far too long and I wasn't enjoying it at all. Maybe I was just in the wrong mood for it, and it's definitely not music for headphones. For each album on the list, I've been picking one song to put on a playlist. With this album, I picked a song at random, but I had tried to get through it rather than actively listening to it.

I have a lot to say about this one, but I can't be bothered right now. It's pretty good.

My favourite Drake album by far is Pink Moon, and I tend to forget how good the others are when I'm not listening to them. It's brilliant, of course.

I can't believe I hadn't got around to listening to The Saints before. This album is a blast. It's way more varied than I expected, too. There's piano, sax, and one song has both a country/surf influenced lead guitar part and an acoustic part that reminded me of The Searchers' Needles and Pins. It's the swaggering best bits of Richard Hell and the Voidoids and Johnny Thunders and the Heartbreakers, with a hint of Swell Maps. Chris Bailey's slurred sneer reminds me a bit of Iggy Pop and Mark E Smith. That's not just because I heard The Fall's version of This Perfect Day first.

My tastes have changed so much as I've got older. As a teenager, I'd have been annoyed by a band taking themselves so seriously and not realising how silly they sound. That's because I took myself too seriously in a different way. Now, I love the ridiculousness, and I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. Also, knowing they're categorised as thrash and having heard some Metallica, I'd have expected the album to be overlong, drenched in reverb and as fun as waiting for the tumble dryer at the launderette on a sunny Saturday. This is more of a hardcore punk album with better production and the occasional bit of shredding. Not a second is wasted. Instead of lyrics by a teenager who's sick of the police shutting down gigs and taking his beer, the words seem to have been written by a gross 10-year-old boy who's somewhere between his Goosebumps and Horrible Histories phases and getting into Stephen King. It's gleefully gory, rather than self-pitying. It's tonnes of fun. As soon as it finished, I played it again.