As a dubious but still only intermediate listener of progressive rock/metal, this came as a pleasen surprise. A "never listened to before" although heard mentions.
For my taste, prog should have some certain elements of rawness, to not get too pretentious. This album certainly has that rawness. On top of thelat the splendid mix of different genres. Some jazz, punk, core, heavy riffs, complicated bridges.
This album will go into my Discogs wishlist.
Never really got into Van Morrison before. I’ve listened to some Stones now and then, and I can kind of see the comparison. But the differences stand out, this record clearly leans toward soul and jazz, while the Stones are grounded in blues grit.
“Moondance” was a standout, along with a few other swinging tracks that caught my ear. The rest, though, drifted into pleasant background noise — I listened to it twice, but it didn’t demand my attention.
It’s the kind of album I’d want playing if I were a chef on a cruise ship, weeks in the same galley, steady rhythm of work, something smooth to groove to while no one complains. Now I'm not a chef in on a fleet, so likely not gonna listened much to Van Morrison again.
Comforting, timeless, and just detached enough to keep you sane.
Refreshing with some New Wave. Not my cup of team, but i suspect them to be some sort of pioneer for the whole movement.
I truly enjoyed the listen. The Rolling Stoned cover was lit!
“Off the Wall” was MJ’s first collab with Quincy Jones, you can really hear that magic, diverging from Jackson Five sound. This has more artistic freedom, much more grownup. Tight grooves, lush arrangements, and that mix of funk, soul, and disco that just flows. Every track feels alive. Easily one of the smoothest, most danceable albums ever.
Can't help thinking of who MJ ended eventually up to be. Too bad.
Well writen songs, a band that plays really well together, catchy tunes.. good rock n'roll, track after track.
I dig Bruce, I dig the E Street. I think i started to dig the big stadium filling movement... but shhhh, dont tell anyone, they might think I'm a boomer.
Cool album cover.
High energy, my daughter of 10 months certainly liked it.
Perhaps abit repetitive.
I can only imagine this pioneering electronic record must have received mixed reactions when it first came out. Both newcomers and longtime OMD fans probably didn’t know quite what to make of it. First-time listeners might’ve wondered, “What is this new electronic sound—and what are they even playing?”* while seasoned fans could’ve been startled by that opening guitar riff, thinking, “Get that guitar out of my face!”
I’ll admit I’ve only listened to OMD a few times before. I'm more familiar with Talk Talk and Depeche Mode,but OMD were clearly there first, right? When I listen to electronic music, I like it dark and immersive, and *Architecture & Morality* absolutely delivers. It’s steeped in religious searching, dystopian atmospheres, and beautifully melancholy choruses.
I really enjoyed the experience and will definitely explore more of their catalog. Some tracks did feel like filler, which makes the album’s one-hour runtime a bit stretche, but overall, it’s an evocative and forward-thinking piece of early electronic art.
I couldn’t help drawing parallels while listening to Truth and Soul. Fishbone’s intensity and unpredictability stirred the same feeling I get from Frank Zappa’s best work, that sense of organized chaos where every note has purpose even when it sounds like it shouldn’t. The difference lies in the roots. Fishbone builds from ska and funk, where rhythm is rebellion and joy is the weapon. Zappa’s world grows out of jazz and blues, translating rebellion into composition and satire into precision.
As a record, Truth and Soul carries moments of brilliance, with complex horn layers, grooves that twist without breaking, and lyrics that turn political and playful at once. Yet, when placed next to Zappa, the scale of vision shifts. Fishbone took rebellion and made it danceable. Zappa took rebellion and made it symphonic. And while Fishbone’s approach hits the body, Zappa’s reaches deeper into the structure of the music itself. Still, the comparison isn’t about hierarchy but curiosity, tracing how two different languages can express the same restless and creative defiance.
One of my absolute jazz favourites. A few of the album tracks somewhere in my Spotify Wrapped 100. Mostly because they are available on my offline playlist. Perfect flight music, calms me down, and never get tired of the songs.
Also, often an album I recommend for those who like to listen more to jazz. Approachable.
Not Bowies best album, although I appreciate the soul approach.
Fascination and Fame are absolut great tracks, otherwise the rest does not really awake any groove in me.
Tried to look for the "underrated" and "forgotten" good, couldn't really find it.
The bland of RnR, blues, folk, and even country to some extent. The mix of styled makes this record a joy to listened from the start to end.
I will easily give all Zeppelin number albums a five. No question about it. Each album finds it way to my ears now and then, always picking the one Im in the mood for.
What I'm in particular listen to in this album is Jones blossom from the bassist in the back to a multi instrumentalist of delicacy. The star of this album, if you ask me.
This album feel lived-in and true. Makes my body move, and my mind to listen consciously. The conscience took me on a expand Wikipedia journey to read more of Marcus Garvey, which I felt enlightening.
My earlier reggae listening have consisted of Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, and Peps Persson. Burning Spear will certainly be added that limited, but my preferred reggae.
Amazing voice! And i really enjoyed listening to Ella, for a while.
Unfortunately not really the type of jazz that I endure to listening for an extensive time. Certainly not for +3h.
A plus for the album cover art work.
What a positive surprise. The Jam has never really been on my radar, yet this record pulled me in right away.
There’s something fascinating in how the songs are built. Each track carries a small tension, like there’s always something simmering under the surface.
The bass lines feel almost like the main character. Everything else , vocals, sharp drum fills, the guitar’s nervous jangle, plays in support, and the result is a sound that feels surprisingly full and complete.
A tight, restless album in all its right.
This album hits with a surprising consistency for something that runs well over two hours. It moves with a confidence that makes it hard to find a real low point, almost as if the duo couldn’t help but deliver quality no matter how wide they stretched the concept.
The split structure gives the whole thing its character. Two different visions, two different moods, but somehow still a unified statement. One side sharp and grounded, the other drifting into its own world, yet both pushing the boundaries of what hip-hop could be at the time.
The production can feel a bit overbuilt in places, almost like it’s overflowing with ideas, but that’s also part of the charm. It’s ambitious in a way very few mainstream records dared to be. And the big tracks land exactly the way they should. Those huge, era-defining moments pop up almost casually in the middle of the tracklist.
It might not be the OutKast album I’d personally place at the very top, but it’s undeniably impressive. Long, bold, inventive, and almost stubbornly free of weak spots. A record that still earns its reputation.
Influences of Stevie Wonder, make it little more country pop, overproduce, and you have a result of something utterly boring.
All I Wann Do Is have some fun, and this was not it.
Interesting, exciting, and well composed.
Not my favourite King Crimson album, but I can see why this works the best for many.
Throughout my listening of this recording I was often surprised by how good it was. The cover, with Stephen Stills sitting outside next to a garden gnome, is honestly terrible, but his songs landed well. I have always liked the CSNY catalogue, and that same blend of well placed acoustics and layered vocals builds a rich soundscape here too. It is not as multidimensional as CSNY, yet you can clearly hear how Stills is the mind behind much of that creative direction.
The first track, though, is rough. Has anyone ever managed to write a genuinely good song that uses eagles as a metaphor. It is such a pretentious shortcut for the idea of freedom. Eagles, America, heroic symbolism, all that. Instead of lifting the music, it disconnects me as a listener.
I could give five stars for Layne Staley’s vocals alone. His voice and his writing sit on their own level. The deepness, darkness and suffering he can carry in a single line is what makes the whole Alice in Chains sound feel complete.
Other grunge acts like Nirvana and Soundgarden have never reached me in the same way, but Alice in Chains has always stood higher. It is probably the musical complexity, the heavier tone and once again Staley’s voice and how naturally it locks in with Cantrell’s guitar. There is a blues quality in that blend that feels both raw and deliberate.
My previous review was on Stephen Stills and that led me back to CSNY. I cannot help comparing their vocal tonation to Alice in Chains. Both rely on layered harmonies that melt into the instrumental backdrop. CSNY let their harmonies drift upward, open and bright, while Alice in Chains turned the same idea into something tense and shadowed. That is exactly what I enjoy: the claustrophobic, darker version of it.
Alice in Chains carries a blues core not in the classic twelve bar sense, but in the emotional pull of how Staley and Cantrell shape their lines. The harmonies may be tight and grunge heavy, yet the phrasing is pure blues, with bends that never resolve cleanly and minor thirds stretched into something aching. The voice and guitar move like two troubled storytellers answering each other, turning the blues inward and darker. Where CSNY used harmonies to lift everything open, Alice in Chains pulled the idea downward into something weighty and human, with the blues sitting right at the centre of that heaviness.
I liked it. The duo created a well-crafted and genuinely high-quality record. The sound is balanced all the way through, and there is a calm confidence in how the music unfolds.
At the same time, it felt a bit held back, as if they settled into a safe space instead of reaching for the full potential you can sense underneath. Still a good listen, just not as bold as it could have been.
In terms of musical competition, this is probably the strongest Nick Cave album I have heard. His discography is huge and I have not explored all of it, but this one stands out.
In the early spring of 2020, during that strange pocket of hope in the middle of the pandemic, I visited the Nick Cave Experience in Copenhagen. It was an excellent exhibition and the first time I truly had the chance to dwell on Cave as both an artist and a person. The airplane puke bags filled with lyrics, the reconstruction of his Berlin apartment lined with the books that shaped him, and the sheer scope of his creative output showed how many layers there are to his work. Most of all, the amount of writing was overwhelming in the best way.
Listening to Abattoir Blues and The Lyre of Orpheus with all of that in mind, it suddenly made perfect sense. The lyrical weight, the way the songs are constructed, the tension and release within the band’s dynamics all feel like the work of someone who has lived inside language and sound for decades. The album becomes a place where that dedication comes together.
For anyone who still does not fully grasp Nick Cave, my usual recommendation remains. See him live. With The Bad Seeds or solo, the setting does not matter. The live experience has a way of pulling even the most skeptical listener into his world. This album carries some of that same power, dramatic, literate, and fully alive.
Mjeeh, neither, sheiyyyyöy, this sounds like Ring of Fire, mjööh njääh, holiday is actually quite a decent song with a great riff, bläää, "last song +8 minutes, cool"
I think I finally understand Kendrick Lamar and why so many critics place him at the top of modern hip hop. The flow, the speed, the quirks in his delivery, and the sheer vocal dynamism make his music constantly engaging. My taste within Afro-rooted music leans more toward blues, jazz, funk, and soul, while hip hop has always been harder for me to connect with. I keep trying, but I rarely find acts that stay with me. Kendrick Lamar is one of the exceptions. Much of that comes from the echoes of those other genres I can hear throughout the record.
The themes feel honest and unapologetic. The album moves from political reflection to personal darkness and back into different emotional rooms with a natural confidence. There is a bold unpredictability in how the songs unfold, shifting in tone, structure, and even genre in a way that occasionally feels almost avant-garde. It kept me curious throughout, always wanting to know where the next track would take me.
Sometimes it's just about the timing of a record, that eventually impacts the review.
Perfect Monday morning music, thank you!
Sorry, I have difficulties to endure Morrissey. As untrustworthy he seems to be as a person, as untrustworthy I see his music. Disconnected emotions in his performance although great voice, and lyrics that occasionally can be anarchist it blends in with religious dedication.
Only plus I can find is the backing band which sounds great.
Bossa Nova is a genre that has been negatively impacted by all the background music played in cafes. BGM that often is mainstream hit songs remade into bossa nova covers, probably because it's suitable for the mood and it's royalty free.
Astrud Gilberto is great don't get me wrong. I don't think I know any voice that is as calming as hers, and I enjoy listen to her front time to time. Great backing band too.
But gotdamn all the Coldplay and Taylor Swift songs, I already dislike, remade into bossa nova covers. Thanks Starbucks etc, your coffee sucks too.
Just the type of music I was hoping to come across in this challenge. It was an interesting and enjoyable listen, even if it is not a genre I naturally prefer. One thing I value in this challenge is how it occasionally highlights pioneering artists and sounds I might not have explored on my own. It leaves me a bit more educated, a bit more musically enlightened, and it reassures me that, even as I approach my forties, I am still not turning into a grumpy reviewer.
I found myself surprised of actually like Sweet Dreams album. The type of pop I endure to listen to. Interesting way of building the songs, great playing, and then ofc topped with Annie Lennox. Annie seems to be such a cool artist.
Listening to Devotional Songs by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, I’m happy to see that the 1001 list doesn’t stay inside a fully western bubble. A few reviews ago I had Miles Davis’ electrifying music from the 70s, and I can’t help making a comparison. Qawwali and Miles’ 1970s period sit at opposite poles of the same musical instinct: pushing a single idea toward transcendence. Miles has the electric and the chaotic, while Khan has the spiritual and the hypnotic ascent. Each reaches the sky in their own distinctive way. Miles reaches for cosmic chaos, while Khan moves through devotional, skyward flow.
Both rely on trance and improvisation, but Miles builds his trance through groove and electricity, while Khan builds it through unity, voice, and devotion. Miles works with a broader and more complex musical architecture; Khan reaches depth through minimalism and complex vocal tonality. That contrast in perspective is what I’ve been noticing throughout this 1001 challenge.
Both Davis and Khan take me on explorative journeys of enjoyment, but at the end of the day, it’s the Miles Davis vehicle I enjoy slightly more. Davis had a five from me. Khan will have a four.
Tricky to review and album thats not fully available on streaming service.
Any how, the main single One Nation Under a Groove is awesome. I kind of was not bothered of needing to play the song on repeat (accidentally), that great of a song.
Still, not the full album. I'll now have it three stars and get back to revisit the review, once listened to the whole record.
In the lineage of Lynyrd Skynyrd and Blue Öyster Cult, Drive-By Truckers left me somewhat underwhelmed, though not without a few welcome surprises. Modern southern rock rarely speaks to me. It often feels over-produced, compressed to the point of flatness, and stripped of the grit that once made the genre compelling. Most contemporary southern rock records would, for me, struggle to rise above one or two stars.
Southern Rock Opera managed to avoid some of those pitfalls. There was a touch of rawness here, a less suffocated sound, which caught me off guard in a positive way. The songwriting is still fairly straightforward and simple, but at least it breathes a little. Overall, it lands at a solid two stars.
Massive Attack, Aphex Twin, Red Snapper... wait hold on, Red Snapper who? Not heard of them before, but Im happy I did now. What great music, and an awesome record.
Joni Mitchell in a modern format. What great sing and songwriter music. The krautish melodies with Jane's voice works as a perfect match. I enjoyed this lot.
Best tracks:
H>A>K
Loops in the Secret Society
The Arcitecht
An album that became a turning point in my musical taste and in how I discover music. I will not add much to the endless commentary already written about Led Zeppelin IV, but it was a defining moment for me and one of those records that quietly reshapes how you listen.
Decent prog/psych.
One is not always in a mood for that type of music, especially when hangover. I probably need to come back later.
Three stars for now.
Its daring, without being too complicated. It is expressive without being too deep. It has a shallow cynism but still manages to have a frightening intensity. I have the difficulty to really appreciate the music fully, but still craving to comprehend it and therefore ending up appreciating it.
The inarticulated trying to find it's way to be comprehended. I guess thats punk?
Too much of this overrated band in this challenge.
I can imagine that Foo Fighters music came as a positive surprise when they came out with this first album. Living in the shadows of Nirvana this was probably not what was expected. Full of energy and expression. Well composed band, with good music that was crowd pleasing.
As a live music act Foo Fighters is exceptional too. I recall seeing them the first time when I was 17 in Stockholm. Dave Grohl as a performer was mind blowing for me back then.
Today looking back at Foo Fighters full discography and music I find it quite dull. A fairly thick mass of similar type of composition.
Great pop music.
Great voice. Mystical. Great lyrics. Interesting song constructions.
Earlier introduction to Kate Bush through Peter Gabriel, not just a Stranger Things hype. Truly the type of pop I like, when its progressive.
It's a great alternative rock album. It sounds raw and original. Courtneys voice sounds good too, in an original way with fearless expression. But then.. one questions the true originality eventually. Maybe this is just another great Nirvana/ Kurt Cobain album. This detail unfortunately affects the listening experience through the album.
My favourite album from "the big four" of early punk. If this album can even be called pure punk as it explores it's way to other genres. Ska, rock nroll, r&b, and maybe even jazz to some extent. Still it feels it still retains it's roots in themes that often can be found in Punk. This twist is what makes this record interesting.
What I think makes the win for me on this album is the slight enhanced level of musical composition from the more simple punk.
It's cool, it's funky, I like to dance. Simply good stuff right through.
A comfort album for me. A couple of times listened through every year.
The trios music music I listen to much more irregularly, a few good tracks I like, like Marrakesh Express, but then I find myself abit bored with the mid tier material.
Young then again, I like very much. The musical expressivness bot vocals and huitar, the daring and raw sound, and mixing that with beautiful acoustic ballads is something I enjoy with Youngs music.
Having then Young accompanied by the trio makes the match perfect. The a capella like dynamics put together in beautiful tunes, and still including Youngs expressivness is what makes this album a true joy to listen through. Each and every track.
Eventually making one of the best collabs throughout rock history. One can truly feel how everything is well thought through adding up to a mesmerising music experience.
The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady is an album that truly reveals itself once you understand the turning point jazz was approaching in the early 1960s. Mingus stands here with one foot still rooted in orchestrated, harmonically structured jazz, and the other stepping firmly toward a more modular, collective way of thinking, where music is built from motion, tension, and real-time interaction rather than predetermined chord progressions.
The core of the album isn’t individual solos but its overarching dramaturgy. The suite unfolds as a series of interconnected movements, where recurring motifs, rhythmic surges, and emotional releases create an almost balletic narrative. This is not background jazz. It is physical and psychological music, where movement and feeling are as essential as harmony.
Mingus’s compositional language is both disciplined and volatile. Spanish and flamenco influences, blues, modern jazz, and moments that verge on free jazz coexist without the album ever losing coherence. The modular structure makes this possible: the music is no longer bound to constant chord changes, allowing energy to shift fluidly from theme to theme and from player to player.
The nine-piece ensemble functions like a living organism. The traditional role of a conductor is effectively absent; direction emerges through listening, reacting, and collectively pushing the music forward. Mingus remains a powerful compositional force, but the album breathes through group interaction rather than top-down control.
What makes The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady especially compelling is how personal it feels. This is not merely a formal experiment but an internal struggle rendered in sound. It is restless, dramatic, and at times unsettling, yet deeply rewarding. Heard in the context of jazz’s broader evolution, the album clarifies why Mingus was not just a composer or a bassist, but the embodiment of a musical philosophy.
This is a record that resists instant comprehension, but one that gives more with every return, as the listener’s ears and understanding continue to evolve.
Plenty of Allmam I like. The record with songs like Jessica is great. This though have been little difficult for me to grasp, although great live recording.
It feels like a recording filled with boomer bends, and nothing else.
One of the most consistent soul aöbums out there. Not the greatest hits on this, but every song is consistent and great. One of my favourites
What a fouking wonderful start of the year, I hit the wall immediately. Wonder why all are prepared to give Oasis such high review. I hope this experience slides away, so I don’t need to look back in anger on this review challenge.
As I see it: the 1995 record everyone tells you is untouchable. Canon. Sacred. A communal sing-along where you’re expected to raise your pint, and accept that this is as good as it gets. But from the first minutes, I’m already waiting for it to be over, wondering when the revelation is supposed to arrive.
The problem isn’t that it’s loud or confident. It’s that it’s written in stone, a Thesis. Every song walks in like it already knows it’s right. Don’t Look Back in Anger tells me not to question it. Wonderwall assumes I’ll be there at the fire site when it matters. Some Might Say shrugs off doubt as if uncertainty itself were a character flaw. And by the time Champagne Supernova floats by, I realise it's not the Champagne I wanted to pop for 2026.
This album mistakes repetition for unity and simplicity for universality. These are karaoke anthems before they’re songs,engineered for mass agreement, not discovery. Everything is pushed toward the same litter box: big chorus, open vowels, arms-around-shoulders emotion, pints spilling around. It’s music that doesn’t want to argue with you, but it absolutely expects you to agree.
And maybe that’s why it grates. The mainstream love around this record feels more like enforcement. If one don’t feel it, the fault must be yours. You’re told this is the sound of a generation, but generations are rarely this tidy. Life is messier than these songs allow. There’s no real tension here, no risk.
So no, this wasn’t the Champagne Supernova I hoped for as my first review of 2026. It didn’t explode, didn’t transport, didn’t even surprise.
I understand why people love it. I just don’t believe it deserves the pedestal. And if this review sounds like resistance rather than revelation, that’s because sometimes the most honest response to a cultural monument is simply to say: I was there, I listened And I felt nothing!
The attempt to transition elements of classical music and jazz to a wider audience is, in principle, a respectable one. Blood, Sweat & Tears act as intermediaries, translating complex harmonic ideas into a language that could function on radio and in concert halls alike. In that sense, the album performs a cultural service.
The funk on this album is soo oo good. Motown not that much for my taste
Entertaining, moments of positive surprises.
Wow thanks
The opening track of Another Green World was probably the only Brian Eno piece I had heard before listening to this album in full. Familiar yet never enough to pull me further in. I always knew I should have explored his work more deeply but somehow never did.
Better later than sooner I suppose. Because this is not an album you casually step into. Labeling it as ambient music feels wrong it is something much more than that. There are traces of rock prog pop and avant garde throughout but none of them behave the way you expect. Another Green World does not aim to impress or overwhelm it quietly challenges your listening habits instead.
My taste buds shaped by nearly twenty years of musical exploration felt ready this time. Ready to be receptive ready to be open. This album is not music meant to disappear into the room. It is music that teaches you how to listen differently. And once you approach it that way what it has to offer starts to reveal itself patiently and on its own terms.
Incredible flow throughout the album
Patience and this will grow on you. I finally got to understand Sigur Ros.
Some tracks I really liked, some I did not know what to think of. Lot of horns, maybe too much.
And to be frank, during this listening I enjoyed reading others reviews. Some of that are very enlightening.
Sunday morning at home with the kids. The Damned on the speakers, my damned, full domestic mayhem.
Lately, this generator has been leaning hard into punk. Dexys Midnight Runners just yesterday, and London Calling barely a week ago. My first instinct was to complain. Why so much punk? Digging a little deeper into the era, the question flips. Punk was not a sidebar. It was the sound of a generation asserting itself.
Not the passing, canonized classic rock that retrospectively claims the sixties and seventies, brilliant but often embalmed. Not the silky futurism of Duran Duran, nor the emotionally detached, still astonishing, virtuosity of Van Halen. Punk was urgent, cheap, loud, and human. It spoke from the moment to the moment, with no permission slips required.
Watching my kids tumble through their own chaos, laughing, arguing, inventing rules on the fly, I cannot help but wonder what their generation’s music will be. What sound will carry their frustrations, their humor, their sense of this is ours? The answer probably will not be a single genre. It might be fractured, hybrid, algorithm fed, scene less, and somehow still deeply personal.
Through this listening challenge, they have heard a wide spread. Noise and melody. Craft and mess. Old and new. Not to shape their taste, but to widen the doorways. To let them recognize, later on, when something feels like their music. The kind that does not ask to be liked, only to be felt.
Maybe that is the real inheritance. Not a canon, but a curiosity.
Definitely one of the best live albums I've listened to. Fel Kuti i have listened to from time to time, as well Cream. These type of collabs are often hit or miss, but this was certainly a hit.
The flow, the rhythm, and clearly the pure joy of music expressed through different cultures.
I've more or less reverse engineered Radiohead by first getting into Thom Yorkes other project, The Smile. The Smile I enjoy allt, each and every record of them. I find them having great variety on style, interesting music compositions, and skillful playing.
From The Smile I've gradually taking steps into Radiohead, still on the path of learning.
The challenge with Radiohead have often been that I've noticed myself drifting away from the listening experience. Perhaps having to do with how the songs and album in many occasion sound a little the same. Perhaps it's Yorkes vocal style that sometimes gets abit dominating over the music.
Still, once one chooses to look beyond only the vocals, thats when the music starts to open up. Exactly how clearly, like with The Smiles music, I've only partly been able to figure out.
Now three stars, but perhaps in a year or so this would likely grow into four or even five.
I just had Radiohead, now The Verve. Picking up matching socks from the drawer. More boring than Radiohead, a few surprising psychedelic parts, but mostly boring.
But most importantly, better than Oasis.
Tea for the Tillerman by Cat Stevens was hard listening. The lyrics, even for my ear, had much mansplaining.
"I know how the world works — let me tell you"
Even if the intent is maybe compassion, but when directed to women or younger crowd it become mansplaining.
Compared to, say, Joni Mitchell or later Leonard Cohen, or even Bob Dylan, Stevens rarely turns the lens sharply back on himself.
Musically, it’s beautifully economical. Melodies are disarmingly direct. But the lyrics needs re-evaluation.
Excellent voice, Without you is an excellent ballad.
Other surprising good songs, although not in my taste of music.
I like this alot. Old school hiphop is something I enjoy listen to, although im not super into the history.
The minimalistic approach i liked, leaving more heads pace to listen to the lyrics and it's flow.
Im somewhere between three or four.
Just for the sake of the live performance I'd give a five. This must be one of the coolest live settings throughout rock history.
When it comes to music, I have always been okay with Cash. Perhaps abit too continuous song structures, but still good lyrics.
I did not know how satirical The Who can be in it's lyrics until I listened through this album. There's a typ of Monthy Python-like wine in this, blended with some interesting song compositions.
Yes, exactly the findings i hoped to come across in this generator. I enjoyed it, but not overwhelmed. I will certainly give it a new chance later on.
One of the albums that really pulled me into rock music and into playing guitar. I was probably 17 or 18 when I first really sat down with Axis, already familiar with old-school heavy rock like Deep Purple and Led Zeppelin. I was also listening to blues at the time, and Jimi felt like the natural connection between those worlds. Looking back, it was probably my first real moment of musical exploration, where different styles started to connect and shape the way I’ve discovered music ever since.
Back then I was completely mesmerised by the guitar playing, and only later did I really start to listen to the lyrics. Coming back to the music today, I hear even more nuances that explain why this album is as great as it is. When Hendrix sings and plays, it feels like a duet, almost a conversation. He sings a line, then answers it with a guitar lick or a subtle chord change. Everything flows across the guitar neck with total ease. He sings, and then he sings through the guitar just as naturally.
For me, Little Wing sits firmly in my top five songs of all time. Tracks like Castles Made of Sand and Bold As Love are right up there as well, and If 6 Was 9 adds a real sense of excitement. The rest of the tracks are strong too, filling out the record and making it feel like a complete, coherent album.
How many more Coldplays are there in this challenge? :'(
I say like Nick Cave: “Music should risk failure. Otherwise it’s just product.”
Coldplay = product
Even if the music really dont hit the spot for me, it's always refreshing to have the wikipedia page available to get more enlighten on the history and impact the band has made. Eventually having a more positive impact on the listening experience.
I gave a pretty extensive review on Nick Cave when Abattoir Blues came across, giving it a full five stars. So will I do with this one.
What continues mesmerising me is the broad variety of themes that each album and song offers. Like what the hell is he pulling all the inspiration from.
Like I wrote in the first review I visited Nick Cave Experience that enlightened me on the deep craftsmanship of art that he possesses. In one of the installations there was a remake of his apartment in Berlin. Filled with books all over the place. Not neatly on shelf, but lying all over the place, looking like they've actually been read. On top of that his constant active writing. On random piece of papers, puking bags on planes, letters, note books. Everywhere where he had access to pen and paper.
This must be one of his most powerful albums, and it’s precisely that craftsmanship that makes Ghosteen feel less like an album and more like a place you enter.
All of those scattered books, half-finished thoughts, obsessive note-taking and constant writing feel distilled here into something strangely weightless. The music barely insists on being heard; it floats, hovers, waits. And yet it carries an emotional gravity that’s almost unbearable at times. This is grief not as drama, but as atmosphere. As something that lingers in rooms long after the words have stopped.
Better, more original, than the first Hole album.
