1001 Albums Summary

Bluesy electric ramble

Lighthearted but a bit lightweight

Roger me that was awful

Weird and wacky and a little bit a tacky

Manc masterpiece

Pleasant enough

Strings and metal don’t mix

Not infectious.

Groovy samba. The first track is a classic.

Unexceptional in every way

Drivel

Sublime

Glimpses of something special

All 3 stars are for London Calling

Magik in parts

Compelling vocals, harmonies, uncluttered instrumentation. One to re-visit

Wish the boys would fuck back off

Proof that western music is just better

Angry and noisy

Pleasantly sleep inducing

What’s not to like?

Legendary in parts

Pretty ordinary

Thrash-tastic

Cool elevator music

Energetic grandad rock

Absolute pish

Noisy soft metal rap with shit vocals

If Paul McCartney hadn’t been a Beatle, you would be forgiven for asking what the fuss was about.

Whimsical storytelling with beautiful vocals

Zzzzz

Odd

Natty my kinda ting

Not my cuppa

I never loved this kind of thing

One for the sistahs

Worth the weight

Jingly jangly gibberish

Teenage thrashing

Arsenal 25/26

Not Even Rubbish. Donut

Nothing special

Hello aside, nothing to see here

Angry stuff. NIB stood out

Indie grunge starts here

Piano improv that speaks to me

Sepia prom

Maybe if I were a trucker or something

Time wasted

I’ll never be old enough for this

This goes deep

The start of something special

For Mr Blue Sky

No need for a second

Nope

BS

Wierd

Janis Joplin is overrated

B…zzzzz

Back to school, Lauren

Big muff isn’t my thing

Smells like a straight 5

Nice soundscape but no hooks

Apart from Lost Cause, it’s, err, a lost cause

Go melt

Get killed

Imo rap

Quality crooning

Too sweet for me bar Fading Fast

Jane’s crazy

No earworms here

Dead / Dead

For the birds

Horse shit

Too wierd

Yawn

Country jazz

A poor man’s Elton

Indescribably bad

Twee tunes for the folky folk

Gave me a headache

Falsetto funk

Bolly chillout

Bad form

Was nice to get this behind me

Quintessential country

Requires drugs

Never got this, never will

I’m with the machine

A very rare successful revinvention

Era defining

A bit sad

A nasty piece of work

Bayou brilliance

Rap with humour

Not in my future

Like Dylan without the poetry

His aim is way off

Forgettable 90s house chillout

The T shirts are cool

A guilty pleasure

Not their finest work

Let all the children boogie

Dancefloor emptiers

Tedious scream rock

Jingle jangle snooze fest

Too many biftas

Timeless

If you don’t sing it doesn’t count

On the fine line between dreamy and sleep-inducing

Inversely proportional to Morrissey’s twattery