If this was a white artist singing about whores, would it be alright? No, of course not! I don't care who recorded this misogynistic shit, it's NEVER alright in any context. I'm old enough to remember this coming out, and it wasn't acceptable then, so you can't say we didn't know any better at the time. No excuses. The actual music is/was cool. The lyrics are not. I don't care if they were meant to be ironic or funny or whatever. They really do encourage braincell-deficient men to treat women badly. NO EXCUSES!

Great singles with lots of filler. The Greatest Hits is all you need from Roxy.

I never tire of listening to the Man In Black. One of life's good guys. Had a little weep along to some of the songs on this album.

The Louvre was a decent song and it did get better as it went on. It's vastly better than all the early 70s rock on this list... However, her style of emotive singing does get my goat from time to time. All a bit "6th form talent contest" for my liking. The number of support acts I've heard at small gigs aping Lorde's style ruins it a bit ...

Dear lord. Proof that the early 70s really was the low point for rock music. I hate everything about this album. I hate the twiddly guitars. I hate the trite lyrics. I hate the stadium rock aesthetic. I hate the haircuts. Punk couldn't come soon enough...

I know he'd only get 0.0001p per stream, but I'm not going to make this amoeba-brained Nazi moron even 0.0001p richer by playing his album online. I don't care how "classic" this album is, Kanye can do one.

If this was a white artist singing about whores, would it be alright? No, of course not! I don't care who recorded this misogynistic shit, it's NEVER alright in any context. I'm old enough to remember this coming out, and it wasn't acceptable then, so you can't say we didn't know any better at the time. No excuses. The actual music is/was cool. The lyrics are not. I don't care if they were meant to be ironic or funny or whatever. They really do encourage braincell-deficient men to treat women badly. NO EXCUSES!

Nice to hear this again after so many years. Still sounds great! Kurt always seemed to know where he'd come from and was so helpful to other artists he admired. I loved The Vaselines at the time, but they would have remained completely obscure without Nirvana's covers. I like to think that Kurt would have remained a decent guy if he'd lived. I genuinely can't imagine he'd be a MAGA numpty. A sad loss to music and humanity in general.

40 years old, but sounds like it could have been recorded right now. Side 2 drifted into wispy nothingness towards the end, but still worth a listen. Side 1, 5 stars.

Sorry, I can't separate the artist from the criminal. Whatever next, Gary Glitter? FFS.

Oof. Well, this album is in every "Best Ever" list that's ever been published and I'd never listened to it before, so I was looking forward to it. But, but... it's an unlistenable, jazzy dirge. It's basically one very long song with few tempo changes and Marvin whinging about the state of the world. It has the dullest backing track imaginable. Goes on a bit.

Expected tuneless caterwauling and was not disappointed. Although, to be fair to the lads, Bodysnatchers is a rocking tune (never thought I'd say that about Radiohead...). The rest of this album just cements my opinion of Radiohead as pretentious, irritating, overrated guff.

Before listening to Nilsson Scmilsson, I'd only knowingly heard two of his songs before: Everybody's Talkin', which is a nailed-on all-time classic, and Without You, a maudlin staple of FM hits radio. Disappointed to see that Everybody's Talkin' wasn't on this album. It turns out that his two best-known songs were both covers! Upon closer inspection, it appears that Coconut was a Nilsson song when I thought it must have been a cover of an old calypso classic. Apparently not! Cultural appropriation it might be, but it's a tune nonetheless. The cover of Let the Good Times Roll is irredeemably bad though. Enjoyed the drum solo during Jump Into the Fire, although the first half of that song is horrible 70s rock. Clearly a talented songwriter, but this is not an album I'll ever listen to again. No regrets on hearing it once though.

Mellow. Relaxed. Lovely!

A very odd choice to be Husker Du's sole representative on this list. Makes me wonder if the compilers know the rest of their catalogue, or is it here because they "should be represented" and it took critics so long to catch onto them that they chose their sub-par swansong. A double album which would have been an incredible single album if they'd stopped halfway through. It could have reached Flip Your Wig levels of perfection. That good! It's not even their best double album though. That's the endlessly inventive Zen Arcade. Not even close! Giving 5 stars to the band that invented 90s rock in the mid-80s as I know they won't appear again (and yet there are five Steely Dan LPs on this list...shows you can't trust critics...).

Perfect pop album! One of the two vinyl albums I bought on the same day from Woolworths as a 14-year-old. My first of X-thousand over the years and still one of the best! Perfect pop from the opening chord (telephone bell...) to the final fade-out. Every song a winner. The other record I bought with my pocket money that day was Love Bites by Buzzcocks, which I've probably played more times over the years. Sod it, going to play that one now and pretend I'm fourteen again...

My friend Goo knows a thing or two. She knows that rock music radio had gone stale in the mid-80s. She knows that if you tune your guitars differently, you can invent a new sound. She knows that if you have a strong female singer that takes no shit from the male-dominated biz, you can start to change attitudes. She knows that you won't get heard without big record label money. She knows you have to have killer tunes. Such an important band. This was their breakthrough album. Sonic Youth for the win.

An album of foot stomping bangers. Except three songs. Loses a star for having filler. In my own personal Top 1089 Albums of All Time, Ziggy would scrape in at number 846. Not as good as The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Veronica Falls or Young Marble Giants. Soz.

Plodding early 70s dreariness. Its place in the rock canon says more about which generation the (overwhelmingly white, male, American, no doubt...) critics belonged to than the quality of the music. My first Neil Young album with many more to come. Sigh...