1001 Albums Summary

The album gives me the feeling of being in a good era for rap, and at the same time it sounds like heavy rock. It’s not a 4, because I missed a broader canvas where the tracks complement each other or maybe even merge, I’m not sure.

Too much noise, too little order. Maybe I’ve already passed the time of listening to this kind of sound, or maybe I haven’t reached it yet to truly understand it. At least it didn’t work for me.

As a Brazilian, I can say that Bossa Nova is one of the finest musical gifts Brazil has given to the world. I rated it a 4, not because of its quality, but because I found myself missing the presence of lyrics. I understand that this is not the album’s intention; rather, that feeling comes from my familiarity with these songs in their lyrical form, which made the purely instrumental approach feel emotionally incomplete for me.

This is a solid album. There are real gems here, like My Own Way, and of course the hits: Save a Prayer, Hungry Like the Wolf, and Rio. It’s not one of my favorite albums, but it features several tracks that I’ll definitely add to my personal playlist.

I loved “Elegia”; the rest, not so much.

I recognize its importance and its cultural impact on music worldwide. Still, I find it annoying.

I admit I was surprised. I started with some prejudice, but it faded after the fourth track. It’s not a 5, because I feel the album loses momentum toward the end, but I liked it quite a lot.

It sounds like Frank Sinatra, and yet it doesn’t. Everything feels epic, but somehow it isn’t. I found myself physically tired just from listening to it. I genuinely felt exhausted. I’m not sure if it’s good or bad. It’s not a 2, not a 4, and not even a 3. But since I can’t say I explicitly liked it, I’m giving it a 2. This isn’t a great explanation, but it’s the most honest evaluation I can make right now.

It feels like Little Richard without the energy, which is one of the best things about 1950s rock and roll. So...

I enjoyed the instrumental parts: the guitar solos and the way the punk sound is shaped. But the vocals, the melodies… argh.

My mother-in-law passed away last year. She was a huge Elvis fan. It was a pleasure to listen to this album.

Authentic, grounded rap with real presence. Lacking a clear thematic or hit anchor (maybe Venom?), it lands at a strong 3, with the weight of a 4.

The album starts well—and by “starts,” I really mean the first track. After that, it feels like Arcade Fire: too much noise, though with a bit more intention. Still, I can’t go beyond a 2-star rating.

It’s noisy, but that’s fine—it’s punk rock. I understand the whole DIY ethos, but I still wonder if it could have been better resolved. Maybe there’s too much certainty, too much confidence, which ends up sounding pretentious without fully delivering.

It’s not a Buffalo Springfield, but it’s fair enough.

I love Janis Joplin, but I’m not sure I love her enough to sustain a full album. “Ball and Chain” has become one of my favorite songs.

My first five-star album. It has the right number of songs, a clear prelude, and a proper closing. Nothing feels excessive or unfinished. Van Halen sounds complete here: energetic without being exhausting, confident without sounding pretentious. The album defined a generation, and Eddie Van Halen—one of my favorite guitarists—turns virtuosity into pure musical language. There’s really nothing to explain. It’s simply complete.

It takes too long to get going and too long to end. There’s a lot of expression, and it’s dense. It almost felt like drowning on dry land.

A ghost recorded this album. I didn't understand anything.

A fresh-water album. Clean and consistent. Maybe I won’t actively seek it out again, but if it shows up on my YouTube Music shuffle, I won’t skip it. And I think that’s a good thing.