This might be an album that music people love, but for me it's just okay. I'm torn between a 2 or a 3.... it didn't annoy me too much so I guess I can give it a 3
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Sometimes it makes for a good experience. it's a shame that that just happens a few times during one hour. I admire the vision and some of the execution, but few songs sound complete and not like demos. I like the sound it is going for. But it kind of stops at that, it doesn't achieve greatness at what it's trying to do. Making a futuristic-esque hip hop concept album.
I don't really like his rapping much and doesn't keep my attention for what his saying.
On the last track Mike has the best performance but the instrumentals don't help out much
The first Beatles album to include original songs only! This was a sign of things to come. Extremely catchy and probably underrated within their discography. Nothing but a 5 from me!
"Humanity Still Producing New Art As Though Megadeth’s ‘Rust In Peace’ Doesn’t Already Exist" - The Onion, August 3rd, 2015
(I recognize I'm not original in referencing The Onion article, but its honestly the best review of the album and while I'll add my thoughts, they're honestly pointless when that article exists)
That headline is a joke, but it's honestly not far from the truth. Rust in Peace really is close to the pinnacle of thrash metal from the 80's. In my mind, the only albums competing with it are ...And Justice For All, Reign in Blood, and maybe Master of Puppets (I'll have to listen to it again, but I remember thinking the second half of the album did fall in quality), with Reign in Blood being the only one that actually gives it a run for it's money in my opinion.
Of course, there are other great thrash bands like Coroner but they never got big enough to be on the same level with the likes of a Megadeth, Metallica, Slayer, and Anthrax.
But yeah, this album is just a riff and solo machine. Trying to find another album that comes even close to this thing off the top of my head feels like a fool's endeavor. Every song just crushes, particularly stuff like Holy Wars...The Punishment Due, Hangar 18, Lucretia, Tornado of Souls, and Rust in Peace...Polaris (Which is 2/3 of the track list, and the other 1/3 is still great). The soloing on songs like Holy Wars, Hangar 18, and Tornado of Souls is close second to none, every riff is a winner, the drumming is frantic but great. It's just insane.
And while Dave Mustaine isn't the greatest singer, his nasally, high pitched tone works extremely well with the music and lyrical topics (Usually conspiracies, politics, and whatnot). And the album is just damn fun compared to Slayer's ultra serious-ness and Metallica's more every-man blandness (And I don't necessarily say that as a dig at them. It works well for them. They're the Mario of thrash metal).
Just an all around masterpiece of the thrash genre. Honestly might be my favorite thrash album, but at the absolute worst, it's top 3, and it's not close.
The first track was so perfectly my cup of tea that on the first listen I was a bit disappointed by the rest of the album. But listening again, I really enjoyed it. Felt varied across the album and different from anything I had listened to before. Would definitely listen again, I was really pleasantly surprised by this one.
Fav song: Sunken Waltz
Least fav: Güero Canelo
I mean, look, this is probably best in class in what it is, but it is what it is. Compared to other styles of music, this just seems borderline unlistenable. It is not offensive and it doesn't make me angry, so I won't give it one star.
Solid album. Wasn’t super familiar with The Bee Gees before this outside of Saturday Night Fever. I’d check out some of their music based on this album. Has kind of rock/folk rock sound.
Another of those artists I’ve heard of but mostly never heard before, except one song which used to play often at an old job of mine. I tried to not let my antipathy toward country music influence this listen-thru. But this album lost me very quickly and couldn’t get me back.
The title track, the SECOND track, is written so poorly it actually made me angry. Just a lists of a bunch of things that are supposed to evoke nostalgia, sung over repetitive, basic riffs. And to top it all off, the phrase that is the title of the track and album is repeated 18 times! And mostly in pseudo-chorus at the end of each verse. It’s like “if I keep pushing this button the emotions will come out.”
There is some good guitar on a lot of these tracks and that zydeco-influenced accordion that was kind of popular in the 90’s. That’s all I can really say it has going for it. The good will I had going into this was thrown out almost immediately. I had no more patience left for simplistic song structure, repetitive lyrics, or twang. BTW, the word you’re looking for is “tires.”
This album was another data point for me that I like subSaharan African music more than North African, although it's all good stuff. This style of music is so jovial and energetic it's hard not to enjoy. The guitar melodies are always so cheerful, and the percussion sections are rich and polyrhythmic. I love the shakers; I employ you to listen back to Jacob Colier's "Nebaluyo" where he breaks down the kind of shaker rhythm that can be found in Africa and South America even further into a quintuplet feel. Another quality of this style is that it is very jam-like: there are often not many distinct sections. For the songs on this album that did have distinct sections, it was almost like they were divided into separate songs. The style of composition makes it easier for the songs to wash over you as the same groove can drag on, but music is so uplifting. I usually don't mind . The artist description on Spotify was in French, but I was able to glean that they're from DRC. I didn't know that was a former French colony as well. This one sits somewhere between three and four. For me
I'm not normally into country, especially any country made since Taylor stopped making it.
Oh, but I LIKED this! Her voice gives me chills. I'm giving it 4 stars for now, but I may regret not giving that 5th star later. It's giving yeehaw Lana Del Rey.
Space Cowboy might be my new obsession.
Another album ruined by the Tower of Babel.
Musically, this is (somewhat) fine as an (overlong) ambience, but I strongly suspect the lyrics are critical to the experience; so, without a translation, this sadly falls flatter than the aforementioned tower.
Intriguing. Initially I thought it would just be another indie album, but the medieval vibe of the harmonies and the interesting arrangement choices give it something special. Honestly, it was 'nice' rather than amazing, but I appreciate them doing something different and doing it well, so it gets a 4.
buen álbum, muy bue inicio, la verdad el estilo y todo estuvo cool pero me pareció un roce repetitivo, por lo menos una canción muy funable que ni siquiera me terminé pq me dio cosa pero de reto un album bien, apenas
Enjoyable psychedelic, country rock from the mid/late '60s. Fits nicely along side the other SF bands of the era -- the Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane.
Didn't really like this. It isn't my vibe at all. If this review was objective id mabye give it a 3 cuz I can tell its not bad but for me it's a 2. I just didnt feel a thing while listening.
This album starts with a banger but unfortunately the lyrics do not keep up. Way too much repetitive speech but the music is quite good. Couldn't quite stretch it to a 4 but if we were allowed to score a 3.5 this would be that album.
First off, this album kicks major ass. If I had a time machine I would go back to the late 60's in San Francisco. For me, the psychedelic rock scene of that period produced some of the greatest music of all time and you could go see some killer live music every day of the week.
Secondly, a bit of a rant. This album starts with a 25 minute version of a Bo Diddley song, but the entirety of this book is devoid of a Bo fucking Diddley album. The most egregious omissions of this book is it's lack of real blues music. By my estimation there are only 5 actual blues records on the list. No Howlin' Wolf, no Buddy Guy, no Big Mama Thornton, no Butterfield Blues Band, no Fred McDowell, no Mississippi John Hurt, no Magic Sam, no Freddie King, No Albert King, no Otis Spann, no James Cotton, and on and on and on. I don't have many soap boxes but this is one of them.
But anyway, highly enjoyable listen for me. The recordings of these gigs at the Fillmore West in '68 had the Grateful Dead on the bill also, it must have been jam band heaven.
Being a middle age guy and standing in the kitchen and having coffee this morning with my wife of 20 years while Sex on Fire is playing is the height of irony. I was barely competent in the sack when I was in my prime, now the only thing on fire is my lower back pain. I'd be laughing right now if it wasn't so damn depressing.
Like my last Kings of Leon album, it's much better later in the day. This cats vocals pre coffee are a no go for me, but it's all good this evening. Jared Followill is a badass bass player. Very tasty bass lines and the highlight of this album in my opinion.
When to listen: Bopping around and feeling like a girl's girl. I've had their version of I Heard it Through the Grapevine in my Spotify saves for a long time. What a treat to hear the whole album. The sound is an unusual mix of lots of influences and the lead singer's voice is definitely unique, but that's what I loved about it!
The Good: (spoiler alert) THE LAST LC album I have to listen to on this list!!!
The Bad: The fact that I had to listen to THREE of his albums…
The Ugly: Mr Dimery’s face all smashed in by my fist—this is my imagination, I don’t condone violence… though at times this journey just pulls the worse out of you…
If you own a dusty coffee shop, where 2-3 regulars show up only on rainy Wednesday afternoons, well then this is your album!
We all know that LC is a poet… yet, as many have said before me, and I will gladly repeat, he has NO BUSINESS performing his own songs.
The only positive thing about this album is that it is now done and I will never have to listen to LC again, unless it is accidentally thrust onto me in a movie or some empty dusty coffee shop on a rainy Wednesday afternoon...
1*
John composed and recorded this masterpiece in one take when he was 38 years old. I'm nearly 34, sitting on the toilet, and typing a review to his album that nobody will read. Really humbles a guy. 5/5
Well what a whole lot of nothing this is. It's like an auditory boiled rice and tofu sandwich. Music you'd hear while you're waiting to have your root canal done. Fuck this shit, I'm putting the new Neurosis album on again
Coincidently, i just listened to this album yesterday, and i was more than happy to listen again today. Rush is a Mt Rushmore band for me. Like every other band nerd on their high school drum line I idolized Neil Peart and listed to more Rush than I likely should have. I wore out side one of my 2112 cassette learning Overture and Temples of Syrinx, and I will still rock out hard to Temples on my steering wheel. Worth the sore hands and the multiple close calls running off the road.
Rush is just three Canadian guys, each an amazing player. They created new music for nearly 40 years, and toured even longer. They never dialed it in, they didn't milk a decades old catalogue, they created to the end.
Side one is a dystopian story about the beauty and power of music told in 7 movements. Neil was an avid reader and had been into Ayn Rand for a bit, he was also the author of all the Rush lyrics so that explains side one, aka the first song on the album. Side two is includes some Rush classics, passage to bangkok, something for nothing, tears....why name favorites....side two is as amazing as side one. No bad songs on this album, a classic.
Rush is not a band for everyone, and that's more than fine. I'm a fan boy.
Duck Rock? Uh, ok..? the British (UK) slant on this list is on full display here, it seems, after reading the reviews before going in. I've never heard of it or him (even in passing) and I consider myself pretty knowledgeable in music. I've been a good sport, so far, but I hold little hope. I do vaguely recognize "Buffalo Gals", but it's been eons since I've heard it.
What the actual f*ck is this? Is this what cocaine does? I've never had the privilege. This clinches it -- I officially know what the soundtrack to cocaine sounds like. What a hyperactive mess. I chuckled at the absurdity of it. It's definitely something, but it's not anything I care for. "Jive My Baby" and "Duck For The Oyster" actually had me rolling around laughing they were so absurd. Not sure that was the intent. (1.5/5) because I laughed (unintentionally), but rounding down because there is nothing redeeming here. It actually felt more like an assault.
If Tofu teamed up with White Bread and formed a band.
Inoffensive but bland. Obviously plays well with some, but just seems dull.
Just when they get your hopes up and seem about to do something interesting - like in Shiver, which starts with a noisy bang - it doesn't last and slips back into blandness.
And the falsetto whining doesn't help.
Even Yellow - the big hit and their claim to immortality - is a pretty generic bit of anthemic rock that seems to aspire to U2 or Radiohead territory but falls short.
Just boring
Not gonna lie, after the initial "what the fuck are we doing here," I actually found this one quite fun and refreshing. In fact, I'd have given a much higher rating if it had been fully instrumental, as the singing threw off some of the groove for me (not speaking the language or having a cultural connection can do that, unfortunately). The fusion of jazz, disco, and traditional Indian music must have caught me in the right mood, as it struck a chord I didn't expect to like as much as I did. Still, while I liked it better than a number of other albums we've had on this list, it isn't something I'm likely to revisit (with the exception of Baby Let's Dance Together, which is legitimately going into my rotation) so it hits the ceiling at a 3/5.
Music is pure magic. I remember hearing Mountain Song on KNAC when it was new and not liking it. Sometime in early '89 I was hanging with friends, drinking and smoking, and this CD got thrown on. Well I was gobsmacked, Ocean Size, Jane Says and Summertime Rolls floored me, with the latter probably having my favorite lyric of all time, 'if you want a friend feed any animal.' I must have internalized that at some point in my life, considering I have 4 dogs and 6 cats that are either hand me downs from people who weren't responsible for their shit or cast-offs that just showed up at my abode and promptly received food and water, and a name if they stuck around. Throw in the occasional opossum, raccoon, skunk, deer and hummingbird that also show up to eat and I consider myself fantastically lucky that I'm able to help another living being breathe a little easier. Fuck money, that is my definition of being wealthy.
But anyway, this one's in the top 25 of the entire list for me. It's too bad Jane's imploded, another what could've been band. If you like this, check out Deconstruction, it's Eric Avery and Dave Navarro's project right after JA. The vocals are pretty deadpan and just ok, but if you can get past that, the music, songs and lyrics are pure brilliance.
Another huge thanks to Alex for creating this site, it's been an exquisite Sunday morning listen on the patio. Sunshine, coffee and singing birds are good for the soul.
No talking, man, all action.
Well, this album kicks ass. Easily the best Buckley album on the list. It's got certified badass Chuck Rainey and groove machine Ed Greene on it, these cats are a couple of all timers locking it down.
Now for the elephant in the room, the lyrics are just weird. It sounds to me like Warner Bros. were pushing Tim in a direction to bring up sales. This dudes other albums aren't like this at all lyrically. This comes across like a guy locked in the isolation booth with a few grams of cocaine ad-libbing songs about fucking.
If you can get past that, the music on this is funky and way above average, these musicians and backup singers are pros and know how to jam. Spin it a few times and ignore the lyrics and you'll hear what I'm saying.
Bjork is a pop music genius and a true artist. She has a strong vision and works well with her carefully chosen collaborators who can fit to her creative process. Her approach to melody and expression is immediately identifiable; surprising and yet still catchy.
On Medulla,she extends into some pretty esoteric space. You couldn't accuse her of phoning it in -- she is fully committed to the concept. But it often seems overly cerebral and occasionally untethered -- Ancestors is a particular example of where this comes off the rails. And it drags on.
I can admire the thought and craft, but out stays its welcome.
I strongly defend her artistic right to do whatever the hell she wants. But I personally can't keep up with this
I'll admit, I came into this album with some preconceived notions of Elvis Costello and thought I knew what I was getting into, but from the first track I was thrown for a loop. Not so great at first, but by "Tokyo Storm Warning" I'd acquired enough of a taste to settle in. That's when I started to hear so many of the 90s bands that must have been directly influenced by his 33 studio albums. Toad the Wet Sprocket, The Wallflowers, Spoon, Weezer, Wilco, whoever the hell did the Friends theme... Hell, Soul Asylum directly incorporated the skeleton of "Blue Chair" into "Runaway Train," and their singer probably owes him royalties for his stellar impression. There are even hints of Sublime in here, which I'd never have expected to hear.
Like most albums, some of it worked better than others, but even when it wasn't great, it was interesting, and I definitely preferred his voice in the calm stuff to the almost punky screaming he'd tear into every so often. But all respect to The Attractions, who pretty well lived up to their names.
All in all, it was better than I expected, and while I'm more likely to check out some of his other material than I was before, I'm more inclined to reach for some of those influenced artists I mentioned earlier and show my appreciation that way. It's a solid 3.5/5 that I'll round up in thanks for the legacy.
This album gets 5 stars for Moving in Stereo being the song playing during the Phoebe Cates swimming pool scene. As the kids say, IYKYK.
This is one of the best debut albums of all time. 6 of the 9 songs are straight up classics.
It's practically impossible to evaluate the title track of this album on its own terms. "Imagine" has been re-performed and re-contextualized endlessly and it's either the "greatest song ever written" (if you're a Boomer) or absolutely cringe naive nonsense if you're younger than 35. For what it's worth, and for better or worse, it's an elegy for the New Left -- by 1971, the 60s were "over" but the US and the UK were still embroiled in Cold War imperial adventures and Nixon was building his political kingship off hippie bashing. The Summer of Love ideals the Beatles represented were no longer popular, but the social/political problems these ideals were meant to address were alive and well (and, more importantly, the backlash against these ideals was gaining strength). Throughout the 1968 protests across Europe, one of the most popular slogans was "Die Phantasie an die Macht," or "All Power to the Imagination!" Lennon (who previously shrugged off the '68 rebellions) was now free to make political claims in his own name so he rushed to plant his flag with the New Left by paling around with the Panthers and throwing money at a bunch of radical underground publications. But it was probably too little too late, so "Imagine" fails to project "what could be" because it's so hung up in "what could have been." This nostalgia (for a time only a few years prior!) is partly why the Boomers are obsessed with its message -- it makes them feel like "we almost had a revolution" (which may or may not actually be true, depending on what they mean). And like so many New Left icons, its message was completely diluted and appropriated by libertarians and gets dragged back into the limelight every few years by the ruling class as an anti-activist "can't we all just get along" sleeping pill (exhibit A is Gal Gadot). To Lennon's credit, "He'S rIcH aNd He'S tElLiNg Us To ImAgInE nO pOsSeSsIoNs!" is an incredibly shallow critique. Yeah dawg, that's why the song is called "Imagine" and not "I'm a perfect role model and you should live exactly like me." In fact, that's the absolute *strength* of this album -- Lennon is brimming with both ego and humility, hypocrisy and sincerity, condemnation and self-effacement, imperfections and redemption. The 2 songs immediately following "Imagine" directly address Lennon's grossest qualities: his history of violence against women, and his nasty tendency to mock people with disabilities. The former is something he's had to account for endlessly (especially after his death), the latter is something he's rarely criticized for but he nevertheless felt the need to apologize for. Elsewhere on the album, he continues to poke holes in the soft utopianism of "Imagine" by addressing his own feelings of hopelessness, uncertainty, depression, anger, pettiness, mania, neediness, etc. He would probably be the first person to acknowledge the worrisome self-righteousness of "Imagine" because the rest of the album is one long apologia for that ego trip. It's almost a shame how strong of a shadow this song casts -- there are so many other killer tracks here: "Jealous Guy," "Gimme Some Truth," and "How" are among the best he ever wrote, and there's no filler anywhere else on the album. If he left off track 1 and gave it a new name it would be, undoubtedly, celebrated (even by younger generations) as one of the best albums of the 1970s. Nevertheless, despite, or because of, its flaws, I think it is.
Hard pass. Tried the first four tracks and this is officially the first album in this sequence I abandoned. I saw someone write that it sounds like a soundtrack. I agree, and not in a good way. Nope. (1/5). Just nope.
I can’t believe the top review for this record (as of Dec 2023) is from someone trying to use their PhD in Mathematics as justification for not liking hip-hop.
Weak.
Oh fuck yeah, now we're talking. Wait no, I swear I'm not being pretentious.
This is the lowest rated album on this site because I guess mostly people aren't very fond of German people smashing metal plates together - who would have guessed.
But halle-fucking-lujah, this is something this list needs more of. Albums that make you go "well, that was an experience and now I'm a changed man". Nobody is lying on their deathbed wishing they heard more crappy 80s post-punk or late 60s psychedelic rock. THIS is what we all deserve to be listening to as we embrace eternal oblivion.
I'm giving this a high rating not only because I genuinely really love it, but also to help Kid Rock move to his rightful place as the actual worst album on this list.
Together we can make a difference. Save the turtles.
Brings back vivid memories of when me and my mate Ray went on a trip to Dresden. We met this rotund goth in a bar, head to toe with tattoos and piercings, real filth and after a while took her into the disabled bogs for a spit roast. We were both pumping away in her with Napalm Death on in the background and her wailing "MEIN GOTT" at the top of her lungs. I remember spaffing all over her back just as Siege of Power kicked in. As i shoot over her, she takes Ray's cock out of her gob and says "do you want fries with that?" in a faux American accent. Anyway, we go outside and there's this gammy little geezer in a wheelchair sitting there furious, giving me daggers, because he's had to wait so long, so I lean into him and I go "I hope you have as much fun in there as we just did you little cunt".
Back when I was in college, there was this dude who would come into the bar I worked at on a Friday night and play fucking 10 Neil Young songs in a row. He would also hit on girls by doing magic tricks. I remember how angry I got every time he made me listen to an hour of Neil Young because I was just trying to have a good time, and he fucking made me listen to this sad, soppy fuck who writes nothing but songs that sound indistinguishable from each other and never seemed to enjoy a happy moment in his entire like. Fuck that guy, and fuck Neil Young.
2/5
Back when I was in college I used to go to a bar and listen to Neil tunes and do magic tricks for women. There was a bartender there, he was the best. I loved that guy. Some of the best years of my life.
Shit like this on the list is both refreshing and infuriating.
Refreshing because it is good, fun, interesting, and also not something I would regularly be exposed to! It's why I started this project and keeps me coming back.
It's infuriating because the fact that it is included here means that Robert Dimery, the original author of the 1001 albums list is aware that music like this exists. He's clearly aware that there is an entire world of music out there. SO WHY HAVE I LISTENED TO 200 80s BRITISH NEW WAVE ALBUMS AND 200 SCOTTISH ROCK ALBUMS FROM THE 90S??!!?
I really don't get rap, and I am completely aware of why. I'm a STEM guy, specifically a Ph.D. student in mathematics. Although my verbal intelligence is quite high, it's still about a standard deviation below my quantitative intelligence. Therefore, it should not be too surprising that I prefer melodies to lyricism, and that a genre based on the latter doesn't wow me. I know I'm pretty far out of step with public opinion on this one, but that can easily be attributed to the fact that hipsters with humanities degrees (i.e. extremely verbal-dominant people) are considered the ultimate arbiters of taste for some reason. (Side note: this also explains why prog rock is seen as being for losers.) Best song: Be (Intro), which had a decent instrumental part at the beginning. Everything else just sort of ran together.
I am definitely not the target demographic for this album, but I still thought it was very good. There's a lot of skill and artistry put into these tracks, so much so that it is almost invisible. 4 stars for me, plus an extra star just to spite the mathematics PHD guy.