1001 Albums Summary

Gotta be Tad Kubler’s favorite Zep record. Side two is probably my favorite three in a row set of theirs, but you can tell on disc two how many old outtakes they wanted to shoehorn in to justify it as a double album. Side note: the first five songs make it clear that Zeppelin are so much better when they don’t fuck with druids

More bangers than I remembered, loses steam in the back half. E-Mail My Heart really needed a modem sample

The perfect in-between of pop Beatles and weird Beatles. Eleanor Rigby is the best song lacking standard pop instruments and I will take no questions. Five stars, top five album of all time for me

Men are the fucking worst and it’s the cross we have to bear. That mini riff in Never Said will be in my head for a week.

One time I saw them at barricade at Riot Fest in front of J without earplugs. It was the second loudest show of my life behind the time I saw them at barricade at First Avenue in front of J without earplugs. I prefer the sludge on the prior record but this also slaps.

45 minutes of Mayfield is like the brain getting 45 minutes in a snuff mat. So much floating and fun instrumentals. It’s more fun to imagine the songs aren’t directly about a movie and are just a dude singing like it’s a DARE session

Eric Clapton: late term abortionist. Good harp honking though.

Not an earth shattering set of songs, just Neil and his homies hanging out and ripping epic solos every three to five minutes.

Do you ever wonder what would have happened if Crosby and Stills fired Nash instead of just adding Young? I do.

Man, if Kanye just went on the path he was on when he said George Bush didn’t care about black people instead of flipping into a Nazi I could still listen to this record.

Since I do different drugs electro isn’t usually my jam but this slaps. Between the synth programming and all the samples they nail every sound they’re trying to make.

In the right hands a talk box can be awesome. Frampton’s hands are not the right hands. It’s remarkable how boring the album is despite being basically live.

Probably the heaviest of their indie albums, even if End of the World is a jangle banger. Could have used a little tightening in the last couple songs.

Did people in the early 90s think “joining the National Front Disco” and all the references to England for the English and being the last true Britons was so on the nose that it had to be ironic? Man, real egg on our face moment there. Bonus star for how sexy he looks on the cover though.

Some catchy bits mixed with the awkward growing phase where the OG punks remembered that T. Rex also made guitar jams. The pirate gimmick and bass shanty gang vocals grate on you over time.

Lotta canceled dudes in the last week or two… I loved this record when it came out and thought it was an over-long on purpose tribute to the dueling suburban feelings of angst and ennui. Now I realize that neither Half Light nor Sprawl needed their first parts and a heavy re-sequencing would have done some good.

Love the progression into punk rock from both pop riffs and harder soloing, though it was weird hearing stuff about penetration around y’all’s sister. Bonus star for how sexy he looks on the cover though.

Brian Eno fucks around with art school dudes who kinda know how to write and occasionally songs happen

It’s like if you built a jazz band out of the kids that played in a rural high school jazz band

It’s too bad that Chester had such cringe lyrics when he was a captivating singer, but if I could only rhyme “heal” with “real” I’d probably pull a Chester too

Super intricate fuzzed out grunge with a side of being desperately horny for someone who is necrotizing your heart. Like if Deftones didn’t go with the butt rock elements of grunge

The problem with Marquee Moon is that the title track is 11 minutes long and the other 34 minutes need to be a reasonable equal in style to the greatest song that is longer than Free Bird

Fun listen until you get like halfway through and realize there’s still seven more songs. Dig the way they omit some of the Britpop quirkiness for more power pop influences.

A couple straight up bangers but the whole album felt really unfocused. Extra point off for how cringe it is to name a song “Rodney King (Song for Lenny Bruce)” and have it be the softest song

Fun fact: their version of “Queen Jane” was so ubiquitous on adult alternative radio in my childhood that my first time hearing the OG Velvet Underground song left me feeling concussed. Anyway, you can play this at a minimum volume on loop for my entire life and I’d find it pleasant, but when actually focusing on it I find it mid.

Less of a guitar hero record than I remembered, but so stacked with garage bangers that I keep going back to. Not my favorite of their records but probably my favorite vibe from the band. Rounding up from a 9/10.

If you’re the named musician on a jazz album you should be the one throwing the main character energy. Based on my listen Jimmy Smith should be the boring saxophone and you’re telling me he’s the B3 organist showing how an electric piano can amplify jazz? GTFO

Good record to drive out to the middle of the desert and smoke a mixture of chemicals

Good if you want to see how old skiffle fits into britpop but aside from There She Goes it’s not revelatory otherwise.

Enjoyable, just weird to hear the Temptations get more into the funk side of late 60s R&B and it felt like the arrangements didn’t bring out their voices.

Such seamless flow between Lauryn and Pras, then Wyclef shows up and it’s fun and different. Slight downgrade for the Chinese restaurant skit, like who thought that would age well?

I think halfway through I thought, “This sorta sounds like The Cure, but lacking a more interesting genre/point of view.” It’s fine listening but a lot of these indie-ish britpop bands blend together.

Lotta 2/5 star indie tracks where if they thought it was really good they added a fuckton of synths

Sounds like the result if you sun-dried a kilo of blow in an open barrel of Jack Daniel’s and gave it a Confederate flag

Massive Attack fucks, the sonic palette is like the soundtrack to Guy Ritchie and David Fincher’s collaborative porno

If I wanted to hear jangly incel nonsense I’d listen to a Midwest emo record

On its own, pleasant background music, but in context of the band it’s Radiohead’s least interesting album. It’s the Kid A songs that weren’t anxious enough