Reviews

I like this album. It reminds me of Bjork, but not as experimental. That being said, it's still good. 3.49/5

This is some fairly enjoyable punk rock. Not too shabby!

Love Prince! This dragged on a bit as an album (so many 7-9 minute tracks), though it has some amazing songs.

Nice sound, but lyrics weren't great

Wow, the falsetto is unbelievable! So much falsetto, it's like opera rock with way over the top vocals. Pretty amazing that the guy can hit these super high notes. The music is good but nothing that really blew me away, the think that struck me is, like I said, the vocals. It's really crazy stuff. Never heard of them before and I'm not sure it's something I would ever listen to again but I won't forget it anytime soon.

Super smooth. Sarah Vaughan is up there in my favourite jazz vocalists, and I think this is the album of hers that I have most enjoyed. Stripped of her usual highly orchestrated, string-heavy arrangements to a bare trio backing, intimately recorded, you get to hear her beautiful tone and phrasing without distraction. There is a touch more breathiness and slight husk in the quieter moments that sounds close and real. Her ability to deliver a real emotional content is wonderful. Probably my favourite Sarah Vaughan record, and I will probably pick a copy up when I see one around. Love the versions of Just a Gigolo and How High the Moon that close out this album. Update: Just last month I found a copy of this in the $2 bin at The Vintage Record in Annandale. I'll take that, thank you. Cover is beaten up, but it's a bargain at twice the price!

Headhunters, hell yeah! One of my measures of whether an album is a classic for me is "could I listen to it every day?" Yes. Yes, I could listen to this every day. My friend Kate introduced me to this album when we were in high school, and it has been a favourite ever since. I have limited love for most jazz fusion, but this I love. It's funky as hell and a lot of fun; it lives in the damn pocket and the band is playing the hell out of everything. Favourite moment; about 7 minutes into 'Chameleon', the lead synthesizer oscillator goes wildly out of tune, and Herbie wrangles it back into key, landing the plane with both engines on fire. Herbie Hancock has done many great things over his career, and one of greatest achievements (in my opinion) is to make music that is accessible without dumbing down. This is likeable and catchy without being stupid or pandering. And you can dance to it! Five stars, no notes.

First and foremost, the tunes are undoubtedly good. But the lyrics? I dislike reviews that use the word ‘dated’ but I can’t think of anything other word to use. The ‘motherfucker’, ‘niggah’, ‘beyach’, and ‘hoe’ count is so great that it turns what I assume was meant to be a 1990s gritty social commentary into a 2020s hour-long comedy record. 
 The inherent comedy is only exacerbated by Snoop Dogg’s cultural evolution into Grandpa Dogg, the crazy amusing uncle currently doing cooking shows and commentating on the Olympics. 
 Thus, the contrast between intent and outcome is why the album ultimately made me smile throughout. It's a hilarious time capsule which wouldn’t look out of place as a SNL sketch.

I lost interest in so-called 'alternative' music in 2000s. I had kids (who liked pop music), and a busy life, and I thought it was just that I was getting old and irrelevant that I wasn't particularly interested in a lot of the new alternative music coming out. I read enough to be aware of the bands that were getting critical acclaim (The National, Arcade Fire, Wilco, Neutral Milk Hotel, Ryan Adams, etc, etc), but I just thought I was getting old and just didn't get it. These days I am less inclined to blame myself. I really try with these records, but they are all so pretentious and dull! It's the emperor's new concept album, I swear. How did The Arcade Fire get THREE dull albums onto this list at various times? (Although I note that two have subsequently been removed, including this one) This is yet another example of critics falling over each other to praise the latest serving of pretentious and earnest literary blancmange. But really, this kind of music is just a testament to pretentious white middle-class straight male indie rock stars expecting that their creative output will bestow public adulation upon them while simultaneously exonerating their terrible private behaviour. Time has revealed that Win Butler is an arsehole that nobody can stand -- even his wife and brother keep their distance these days. And he's not nearly as clever as he thinks he is. Pretentious white middle-class straight male critics are particularly susceptible to lapping up this conceit -- a form of wish fulfilment fantasy, perhaps? But I think a lot of people are getting sick of the paradigm. I certainly am. It's literary and worthy, emotional and poetic and profound and tasteful and ambitious and blah blah blah blah blah, I am so bored and slightly appalled. Over-rated.

Strange how this sounds antique to me next to other records from the same period - Link Wray, John Lee Hooker, John Coltrane to pick three I love - yet the density of bangers is undeniable.

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".

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??!!?

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.

Sorry Boomers/Gen X, I was like 20 when this came out so it's one of the best things to ever happen to me. Sorry it's not King Crimson or whatever.

The only enjoyment I got from this was reading the review about the brothers in Dresden and their lovely and talented tattooed friend.

Music for incels to wank furiously by

5: The moustache that appear on Art if you put your thumb on Pauls face on the album cover. 5: The songs.

Most 60's groups had three choices: copy the beatles, copy the beach boys, or sexually abuse minors. These guys changed the game and did all three- Four stars!

The only reason this is here is because it’s from before streaming, when if you bought a shit album you had to convince yourself you liked it.

i ain’t listening to all that i’m happy for u tho or sorry that happened

Rage In Favor Of The Machine.

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.