Hurt is an incredible song.
The rest is Johnny Cash butchering songs after songs. In my Life is the worst offender. He couldn't even make a good Marty Robbins song.
This could be good, I like James Brown's music. But the live aspect of the album makes it unbearable to listen to. Can people shut the fuck up and enjoy the music?
What if the Beatles had no energy, no creativity, no personality, no soul
This isn't usually my jam, but I have to admit that the poetry here is marvelous, and it's surprisingly musical, taking inspiration from soul, funk, RnB, etc. Refreshing.
Some good songs, but overall the singer is annoying, and the music is not very creative.
Good sound, some great tunes, but half of it is a bit half baked
Pretty good, although the fake Jamaican accent is distracting in a few songs. And there's only one really great song (Message in a bottle)
Very good album, but I prefer folk Dylan.
Very good, and the 2013 edition is even better
This is listenable, but I did not need to listen to this before I die. Can we all agree Dylan peaked in 1965?
Welp, that was weird. I understand the hate. I understand the love. I'm in-between. It's at least interesting, but yeah, it can be rough to listen to, and there are genuine stinkers here... but also moments of genius. I'll remember this album if I ever make an indie movie about teen love, depression and drugs.
I usually don't like rap, and this album is the epitome of why I don't. There's no denying that Biggie has talent, but he wastes it on gross, sexist, immature lyrics, the kind of which I would have written at 14 years old and be eternally embarrassed by. There ARE some genuinely good songs here and there, like Juicy, but even that one lacks self-awareness on a very deep level. Becoming rich and famous isn't the gotcha to his teachers he seems to think it is. Bro, you write songs about your penis, sit the fuck down, that's not success, that's being a cringelord.
This is the kind of music they make inmates listen to at Guantanamo.
Still better than T. Rex.
Some tracks are bangers, but most of them could be used as Chinese torture.
Synthpop is such an easy genre to enjoy. It's like eating candy. It's sweet and colorful, and it makes you want to dance and do cartwheels, and you know it has no nutritive value but it doesn't matter.
So, anyway, that was pretty good.
I'm not a big fan of Santana's Latin fusion, but the guitar play is immaculate, and the album shows it off with a high focus on instrumental pieces, although they're a bit too bluesy for my liking. It works best, I think, as background music in a restaurant, unfortunately, but it's still pretty nice.
There's nothing revolutionary here, but it's pretty solid throughout. Racists make good music, what can I say.
Billie's life was one of excess, and it shows in this album, released only a year before her death. She was considered the greatest singer of her times, but here you can hear the damage of her smoking, drinking and drug abuse. It's a shame, because the music is still beautiful, and there's real deep emotion in her songs, and one can only imagine how much more powerful she could have been without her declining health.
She's still considered one of the greatest singers of all times for a reason, she really has a way to soothe your soul, even if she doesn't come close to the likes of Aretha Franklin, Ella Fitzgerald or Doris Day.
The songs are all kind of samey though. A perfect album to put as background music for a dinner, or even while studying but is it something I would listen to just for the sake of it? No.
Louis Prima deserves his title of King of Swing. This is the closest we can get to having Louis Armstrong on this list (probably the weirdest omission), having been heavily influenced by Armstrong. The album is full of charm, energy and wit.
Duke Ellington might be the god of jazz, but this live album doesn't do him justice. He tried his best to mix the recording with a studio one, to better reflect the scope of the music, but the result is a hot mess of poor quality audio with ersatz of a screaming public that was tapered down but is still audible throughout in a ghost-like fashion. The last song is the biggest victim of all of that. A shame, really, because this is otherwise a stellar performance, and for once with 50s albums, those are Ellington's own magnificent compositions.
