Album Reviews

Oh no it's another jam band. Really boring sorry, only gets two stars because of the passable version of the title track.

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I love Aimee Mann. This album is good but not great. It has the unfortunate label as "samesy" in my head. Although, I would say I could listen to this album quite a bit before getting tired of it. There isn't a song that immediately resonnated with me like Mann typically delivers so frequently.

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A fun listen. I really enjoyed some of the songs, especially Sunny Afternoon.

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I expected to like this, but didn't.

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nothing incredible about this band.

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I absolutely love Tribe’s brand of rap. Full of humor and some great sampling choices, there’s a relaxed feel to it. These guys are masters of the craft but make it feel smooth as butter.

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Weirdly dull songs, great drumming. Favourite song is the opener.

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This is fire just long bro

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I must definitely have something punk in me I’m catching up on all the albums I couldn’t listen to on the very day the album generator showed them to me, and this is yet another album (they call it protopunk or a pioneer of that genre - I’m not sure!) that I really enjoyed; it’s a lot of fun to listen to A solid 4 and a promise to come back to it soon ;-)

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Pleasant but too borrowed, like the Hall and Oates keyboard on opener and Mary Jane Girls bass line on Ascension. It would be fine if in service to something greater but after a while, the superficial songwriting gets tiresome. I was wondering if it was maybe more impactful in the time in which it was made but by 1996 we already had Tony Toni Tone and D'Angelo and both made better neo soul.

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Sad Memories reminds me of a Charlie Manson song he wrote. This is more than passable not a 5 star but good none the less.

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You can hear a mix of rhythms in this album The Specials are a great band

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Not for me. Very hard work. Reminded me of the fruitier Paul McCartney stuff - "Maxwell's Silver Hammer" etc.

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Slim Shady. So much anger, so much bitterness turned into humor. Eminem knows his hip hop roots, and he doesn’t pretend to be anything but what he sees around him. These characters, Stan, Clyde , Paul, Slim Shady. These character sketches and the story behind them each imply either a sense of guilt hidden behind bravado or outright need for forgiveness and understanding even as they dis and gross out and disgust everyone they can. This is nearly 30 years old, but it’s still fresh. The chorus voice of “Rock Bottom” sounds like the exactly where the character lives.

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Camp fun, but I just don't enjoy this as much as I'd like to. Sorry Georgie Boy.

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Smooth vocal performance. Dripping with vibe and cool

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A bit weird, but okay kind of weird

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estaba muy en mood de escuchar country y me decepcionó, solo te puede gustar si sos yankee. Salvo el primer tema nomas 4/10

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8/10 The band name and title of this album really give no indication whatsoever about the type of experience it contains. I was expecting some kind of dub reggae sound, and this was... not that. On closer inspection, a band named after a character from an 1896 avant-garde play releasing an album named for the repetitive block housing of 70s Baltimore makes a lot more sense. From the off, this record surprises, thrills, terrifies and delights in equal measure. It dances back and forth from the border of insanity with wilful and skilful abandon, with moments of menacing sonic tension making way for music that, every now and again, in fleeting moments, eases its way towards the edge of new-wave pop. Front man David Thomas clearly has very few fucks to give, and approaches his task with a manic freedom that, in less deft hands, could easily have been unlistenable. Somehow though, he gets the balance exactly right to develop a sound that lives half way between his contemporary, David Byrne and the style that Frank Black would adopt with the Pixies a decade later. Only he also makes the decision to push that vocal style to the very limit, at various stages sounding like a rotating cast of Batman's most psychotic opponents having a jolly in Arkham Asylum. Musically, there is a fantastic rhythmic pulse that runs through the record, and underneath the bulk of the tracks, there is an almost traditional song structure or sequence. But over the top of that, they just go for it. There's sonic experimentation, sound art, deliberately obtuse and dissonant sections and, just when you think it's getting too much, it pulls back into focus and grounds you. Just for a moment. But that's all it needs. Those little sparks of melodic and harmonic excellence help to ground the sound in reality and show how deliberate the broader and more experimental edges of this are, which is a brilliant framing device. At times, I felt almost hypnotised by it, at times it was hilarious, and now and again it drifted into more challenging territory. Pere Ubu clearly opened a lot of doors and pushed a lot of boundaries that gave space for the music of the 80s and 90s. It's not a perfect record. Something like this rarely is. But it's an important, engaging and invigorating listen, delivers with a deftness of touch that allows its madness to shine. Navvy - It’s a rhythmically strong and delightfully weird start. There is a central thread to it that just about holds things together, but outside of that, it’s quite, quite mad. But in a way that is both fun and brilliantly quirky. The production is very cool and the madcap energy is infectious and engaging. On The Surface - As with the opener, there are actually some fairly well defined and straightforward musical motifs here, and the underlying structure is fairly standard. But all of the work outside of that pulls things completely into wackier directions. There’s more than a touch of Talking Heads to this, but if they just decided to piss about and indulge in their basest urges. Perhaps not quite as strong as the opener, but still delightful. Dub Housing - The band take things into a slightly creepier, more unnerving direction now, via a track that combines jazzy flavours with a cool strolling bass line. Things feel slightly twisted and threatening, but woven really well around some very pretty moments of musicianship. It’s certainly avant garde, but it paints such a picture in the mind that it’s absolutely fascinating. Caligari's Mirror - Another disturbing sonic blend to kick things off. It’s creepy, weird and deliberately challenging, but then they break into a chorus that sounds exactly like something that David Bowie would have been putting out at the time. That just proves how capable they are of making “normal” music, which makes the rest of this more impactful, I think. It’s deranged, incredibly interesting from a sonic point of view, and has a great underlying groove from the layered staccato elements. Very, very good. Thriller! - This is very BBC Radiophonic Workshop in production style, like the kind of thing that would be played when The Doctor was undergoing some kind of psychological torture at the hands of some men dressed in bubble wrap. It’s more of a sonic art piece, in some respects, but again, it’s so evocative and interesting that I can’t help but feel enthralled by it. It’s definitely challenging, but it’s also rewarding. Mad, mad stuff. I, Will Wait - That’s a pretty cool set of riffs. It’s got a Pixies feel to it, and reins in the extent of the bands madder edges, but still has a quirky side. It’s short, but sweet. Another very enjoyable little ride. Drinking Wine Spodyody - This leans back into the discordant, “collapsing nursery rhyme being played by a new wave band” sound. It doesn’t quite have the range or sonic excitement of the better cuts and does feel perhaps a bit more intense and unrelenting, but there are still real elements of quality in there (Pa) Ubu Dance Party - We get a more straight backing track now, even down to the backing vocals, which lean towards an almost pop music sound. But again, there’s a layer of madcap energy and experimentation that lives atop it. The fact that they dip backwards and forwards between more intense, challenging work and stuff like this that only has elements of lunacy to it really helps the record to flow without becoming too much hard work. This one is even quite catchy and hooky, despite its dalliances with sonic experimentation. Lovely. Blow Daddy-o - The pulsing, clipping rhythm at the core of this has such a great tone to it, and the band experiment so fruitfully over the top. Of course, it’s experimental and slightly deranged, but it also makes perfect sense in the context of the record. There’s something quite hypnotic to the repetitive nature of this, but it also feels like an evolving, enthralling soundscape. Some people would just chalk this off as noise, but I think it’s excellent. Codex - Back to something more musically coherent, but still with that creeping sense of dread and menace. Imagine delivering this chorus to a romantic partner. Just the thought of it tickles me. It’s so strong in vibe and delivery of concept and, while it is probably quite a challenging and disturbing listen for some, I think it’s another excellent piece of sonic world building.

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A mix of singer songwriter with some big band crooning, gospel, broadway and even a disney soundtrack. A bit of a mix of everything that got tiresome very quick. there is even a bit of subtle racism thrown in the middle. Not going to be listening to this again. Waiting for the moving van was ok. 2 stars

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Fatigue

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it's good. didn't take listening notes. some serious songs, some sillier songs. weird choice following coat of many colors with traveling man. i would put this more in 'collection of songs as album' category than in 'total unit as album' category. which, the songs were good so really i'm just splitting hairs. EDIT I listened to this on Aug 24, 2026, and Dolly Parton died Aug 25, 2026. To pay my respects, I am changing my rating from a 4/5 to a 5/5. - 8/25/26

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When i first listened to this album about 12 years ago (15 year old me decided to start seeking the good music, Nice Try Iggy Azalea!), my mind was blown and genuinely, this was one of my favorite first listens ever to this day. The main critique is Billy's voice, or just his overbearing fingerprints on this album in general (Band was obviously a mess behind the scenes). And there's no doubt that later on it was just too much to overcome. But Their first 3 albums are 3 of the absolute best. So as far as this one goes? All these years later, this still holds up for all the right reasons for me. Cherub Rock, Today, Disarm, Mayonnaise, Rocket, Soma are all still unskippables to this day. The depth beyond the big hits still really holds up as well, Geek USA being a prime example of that. Most will say Mellon Collie was their best, some will even argue Gish. But to me, this was the best of the bunch. Siamese Dream has the best guitar work, the most polished and focused record, an absolute emotional roller coaster and in my opinion, the perfect pace for the average listener to appreciate. No doubt in my mind, 5/5 (P.S, this is album 5/1089 for me, and ive gotten Thriller, 2 Beatles albums and this, does this mean im about to get some absolute bizarre records going forward? oh goodness)

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The soundtrack that is playing in the robot factory whilst robots are making new robots (whilst humans starve and burn in wildfires outside the factory). After their week-long shift (without breaks), the robots take their Royksopp CDs home and place them carefully upon their coffee tables next to Moby and the Buena Vista Social Club, dusting and polishing the plastic cases so that when their robot friends come for dinner, they can admire their impeccable taste in music. A heartwarming view of the future - and possibly the only realistic scenario in which the world hasn't actually been destroyed by rogue AI by 2030.

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Corporate slop

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I was recently watching an episode of Ted Lasso (s3e6 if you need receipts) that ended with the team leaving Amsterdam by bus, tired but in high spirits, all singing 'Three Little Birds'. Or, more accurately, the same two lines of 'Three Little Birds' over and over in terrible faux-Jamaican accents. You can't pick your fans. Bob Marley had the ambition to take reggae -- a very specific and marginal musical genre -- and become one of the biggest artists in the world. I admire the chutzpah. Marley did great work in presenting reggae to American and European audiences in a way that highlighted the genre's strengths without diluting the music or message _too_ much. Unfortunately, I just can't shake the feeling that Marley's music is often reduced to a feel-good caricature, as in that regrettable episode of Ted Lasso. Marley's friendly "peace, love, and ganja" aspects were readily adopted by Western audiences who conveniently ignored many of Bob's less comfortable political and cultural messages. I'm sure that Bob would find those audiences ridiculous, but he was happy to sell records to them. Exodus a pretty schmick production -- a crack band in an expensive studio, using recording techniques common in rock -- and it sounds really great. This is the reggae album that even people who don't like reggae can happily listen to. I just find it hard to get past the cultural baggage that has accumulated around Bob Marley since his death. The weird hagiography seems out of kilter with the man and the artist. I need to do more investigation. But this is a fantastic sounding album. 3.5 stars, rounding up.

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Rest in peace queen, you were one of the greats and will never be forgotten.

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I think it‘s not up to debate that Dolly is one of the best people to ever be alive. AND she‘s a great musician! This album is just lovely. She is really good at story telling in song. Songs like the title-track, Traveling Man or She Never Met A Man are such great character pieces that paint detailed pictures of their subjects. All that performed by a sweet and string voice that‘s full of emotion. Musically, it‘s a bit monotonous for me but i guess that‘s also a question of genre preference. All in all, how can you not love Dolly?

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God bless her soul Love ❤️

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The ugly face of shameless greed

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Eric Clapton would never let a bag of cocaine fall out a window.

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Great rock music (and I am taking a broad definition of ’rock’ here) is a balance between smart and dumb. And The Prodigy really understand how that works. Liam Howlett told SPIN that “I have a philosophy that our music works on a really dumb level, which is the level that most people understand.” Well, mission accomplished; he took the most exciting aspects of techno and rave, mashed it with rock guitars, hip hop beats, volume and distortion, and a brace of charismatic front men to create an exciting and powerful hybrid that really gets the blood pumping. It’s aggressive, sure, but this record sounds bucking great and really gets me hyped up! It’s got a great beat, and I can bug out to it! Banging tunes! Five stars! Let’s get munted and dance! But I think Mr Howlett is being disingenuous when he claims his music operates purely on the ‘dumb’ level. He is a smart and sophisticated musician, and this album didn’t come together by accident. There are deliberate ambition and craft here. And this is where is becomes necessary to discuss That Song. I don’t even want to type the name out in full because it contains a misogynistic slur that I won’t use, in a violent context that is just inexcusable. The band’s claims that “oh yeah, it doesn’t mean that, it just means we’re really hyped up!” is absolute bullshit, and a prime example of Schrodinger’s Asshole (a person who says racist, sexist or out of pocket shit and acts like it’s a joke or not based off the people’s reaction). I am not sure I would go as far as Jesse Dorris’ retrospective review in Pitchfork that describes the whole album as the national anthem of the toxic masculinity backlash, but I am certainly giving her arguments a lot of serious consideration. (Let’s not forget that this came out on Madonna’s Maverick label, yet more evidence that Madonna may be an icon of female agency, but not necessarily a feminist role model). Personally, I find most of their aggression cartoonish and relatively harmless – but I can certainly understand being upset and freaked out by That Song. To paraphrase Jessica Hopper in her massively insightful book 'The First Collection of Criticism by a Living Female Rock Critic'; how are we supposed to feel about the loooooong history of popular music that we think is awesome, but _hates_ women at the same time? That Song is another vivid but sadly commonplace example of a catchy song that misogynistically threatens and condones violence against women. What is that like for female music fans to live through? This makes me – a straight, white, male rock fan – pretty uncomfortable, so I can imagine it would be very unsettling for many women. So, five stars for the banging tunes, 1 star for obnoxious misogyny that leaves a terrible taste in my mouth, averaging out at an uncomfortable 3 stars, subject to further review.

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Mind blowing

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I can remember exactly where I was the first time I heard Portishead. I was at the Valhalla cinema when their short film 'To Kill a Dead Man' came on (unannounced? I can't remember expecting to see it) before the feature. I got the references to 60s spy films and Goddard and John Barry etc. I appreciated the low budget, homespun scrappiness of it, even if it is not the most compelling thing I have ever seen. It's an interesting artefact, full of retro references and throwbacks. The soundtrack is more sound design than music and only necessary listening if you're a mad Portishead completist. But then they played 'Sour Times' over the credits. "Woah" I said to myself "what's _that_?" It was mesmerizing and instantly grabbed me. I could immediately grasp what they were presenting. Languid down-tempo hip hop beats, cheesy 60s soundtrack guitar and smoky torch song vocals. It was a simulacrum of 60s torch song or soundtrack, like it was from a crackly vinyl record found in the back of a charity shop or grandparent's collection, but a world where hip hop beats were around in 1965. Or even the samples they created as if they were from (non-existent) old records. I chased the album down and it did not disappoint. 'Sour Times' wasn't even the best song on the album; 'Glory Box' gets the guernsey as best track, in my opinion. It was moody and sad and spacious and artful and different and stylish and gritty and cool and had a consistent and compelling worldview throughout. I was obsessed and listened to it a lot, nearly always as the whole album each sitting. It is one of the core foundational texts of trip hop, although I can see why the band distance themselves from the label. The signifiers of the sound were easily replicated and quickly established a clichéd genre of largely interchangeable moody wine bar background music. Some of it was not bad -- Morcheeba, Sneaker Pimps -- but a lot of it was really forgettable. Portishead shouldn't be blamed for any of the bland dross that copied their formula in the following years -- that is just Sturgeon's Law in action. What the imitator rarely understood is that it isn't about the signifiers -- the samples, the slow beats, the vinyl crackle, the smoky vocals -- it's the visionary _space_ that Portishead created that makes this so special. But I can see why Portishead's subsequent records are a reaction against the production hallmarks of Dummy. Personally, I really like the deliberately fucked up production aesthetic, but it is the songs and Beth Gibbons vocals that really make this album special to me. Moody torch song wasn't really much of thing in the 90s, so this album really stood out on release. I haven't listened to this in a long time -- possibly a result of me over-playing it in the 90s -- but it has been a pleasure to listen to this again today. It still stands up. (And now I confess; earlier in this project, when reviewing Isaac Hayes' Hot Buttered Soul, the track 'Walk On By' triggered a memory for me. "Oh, that's in a Portishead song" I thought, and scrubbed through Dummy about 4 times trying to find the track. Only to then realize the song I was thinking of was '2wicky' by Hooverphonic. Which is a pretty good song but stylistically ripped off from this album).

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Getting a Dolly Parton album on the day of her passing is crazy. I honestly really enjoyed it and her voice is so soothing. I think this album is def at least 4 stars but personally I just don’t see myself playing it that much. Despite that I think the vocals and instrumentation speaks for itself. Fav Song: Rosewood Casket

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RIP DOLLY PARTON

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Makes me want to go fishing. Huge shout to the person running this site giving everyone this album today

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I am only a few weeks from finishing this project. The end is in sight, and it can't come fast enough. I found this album absolutely exhausting. It's like a cross between Daft Punk and the Chemical Brothers (both of whom I really dig), so I can't explain why I find this so wearying. It's shiny and loud and funky and a bit noisy and energetic, but I just want to put my fingers in my ears and gently beat my forehead against the tabletop. Please make it stop.

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(sigh) This is a very intimate and personal album, and I am sure that, if it connects with the listener on that personal level, it is profound and meaningful and delicately beautiful and emotionally resonant and blah blah blah. But this does not speak to me. It's not bad -- it's smartly written, tastefully arranged and played -- but Mr Callahan's laconic, deadpan vocal stylings annoyed me more and more as the album progressed. I find his disaffected, enervated drawl emotionally alienating. I can't help but imagine what it would be like if we just replaced all the vocal tracks with a good singer; Phoebe Bridgers is the name that immediately springs to mind because her material is not a million miles from this, but if we're playing fantasy-casting here, what about Emmylou Harris? Shit yeah, now we're talking! That could potentially be a 4-star album. But that final song, 'Faith/Void' has no business being nearly 10 minutes long. That is just taking the piss.

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Australians fuckin' love ABBA. ABBA, at their best, are much like Australians; big, dumb, mostly harmless and a lot of fun. It's a recipe for a damn good time. But this more mature, sophisticated, moody, and refined ABBA is not what anyone really wants. Where's the fun? Where are the good times? The crazy outfits? The big catchy hooks and choruses? The ridiculous lyrics? Even the big single is somewhat melancholic. The _joy_ of ABBA is missing in action. While clearly a band at the height of its powers in terms of its craft, nobody is enjoying the process, including the band and this Australian listener. The break-up of the band was inevitable. 2.5 stars, rounding down.

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This album gets a lot of props for being 'politically aware'. I will concede that it is relatively socially conscious by mainstream pop standards, but Ms Jackson's "violence, drugs and bigotry are bad, education and getting along are good" is hardly a controversial or nuanced platform. And, when married to the fascism-lite imagery of the title track (check out the video!), it becomes a bit... confusing. Maybe "fascism-lite" is a bit harsh; maybe this is more "sparkling authoritarianism". There is a youthful optimism here that borders on naivety and strays into unsettling conclusions if you really think it through ("we can be our own nation and we will all agree and the world will be a better place if we all listen to Janet! We are all individuals!"). But you can't deny that Janet -- young and naive as she was -- was speaking with her own voice and presenting a powerful and multi-dimensional image; strong, sexy, smart, informed, aware, sensitive. Janet had found her own voice on the 'Control' album (which probably also deserves a spot on this list) and follows the approach through to an ultimate conclusion here. And you can dance to it. Jam & Lewis' mechanical funk is very of its time but still sounds awesome. I could live without the interludes (which come across as a bit pretentious and preachy) but they are mercifully brief, and the songs proper are nearly all bangers. Seven top five singles! I do get pissed off when people describe any pop music with a hard edge and strict beats as 'industrial' -- it's really not, people -- but this is an uncompromising sound. There are plenty of references to the history of funk here - notably the Sly sample in the title track or Lyn Collins sampled on Alright - but this is reconstituted into a new and powerful form. This album really established Janet Jackson as an iconic artist. But, as Michael also discovered, it can be difficult to follow up this kind of iconographic success (let's not speak of the 32 foot tall HIStory statues he floated down the Thames). Janet's 90s albums are, I would argue, a return to more human-scale concerns (and better for it, even if less singular than this album) But this is a manifesto for a world view, for Janet as an iconic artist. for socially aware pop. And you can dance to it.

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First thing I thought was, jee what a coincidence that this album was picked for me the day after she died. But it turned out that the randomizer was a bit less random today and every active user got this or another Dolly today. And I really like this gesture. I never listened to her really but are aware of the big hits like Jolene etc. Also I am not a huge fan of traditional country music, but I like a lot country influenced music like what we label these days as Americana, roots or alt.country. But this album is really pretty. She is a great storyteller, if I am correct this is her first album full with her own compositions. I listened to it a few times and especially liked the title song, Travelin Man and Early morning breeze . 4/5

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Damn she passed away right after I listened to her for the first time, RIP

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(sigh) This album confirms to me that Dimery knows NOTHING about non-Western music. Yeah, it's a got a sitar in it, but this isn't a meaningful fusion of Indian and Western music; it's a fucking joke. It cheapens and demeans traditional Indian music. It's a novelty record, akin to Moog Plays Bacharach or the Beatle Barkers. And it wasn't even the first to try this concept; Harihar Rao's Raga Rock (an equally terrible record) predates this by 4 years. I wonder about Dimery's 'world music' inclusions on this list. They often seem to be the examples most geared towards Western audiences, often to the point of pandering. The most extreme examples are a world music mélange, whipping a random combination of disparate influences together over some canned beats into an indistinctly tasteful 'international blend' suitable for a dinner party or an afternoon set at a Womad festival. I can only see this record on this list as an example of an 'exotic' novelty album, a genre commonly found in bargain bins, charity stores, and your grandparents' record collections. As an example of shit novelty records that you will commonly see in your travels as a vinyl collector, this rates two stars for being vaguely listenable (the covers, at least, which are kind of funny). But as serious music? Get real, what would be next? James Last? Klaus Wunderlich? Hammond A Go Go? The Baja Marimba Band? Fuck off! 1.5 stars, rounding down.

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(1/5) There are NO edges on this, is there? It's been so thoroughly sanded down there is nothing to hate -- but likewise and more damning -- there's nothing to love. I haven't been paying attention to most music from the 2010s, but everything is just coated in this slick, greasy autotune bullshit, isn't it? I can't honestly tell if she's a good singer or not. How could anyone? She's drowned out by the persistent and overpowering ambient music, and then her voice is filtered through what seems to be a dozen filters and autotune. Add to my laundry list of reasons why this isn't good -- the extremely repetitive nature of all the songs. The tempo for what seems like every song is within 10 beats of one another. MIX IT UP! What a slog of a runtime as well. I won't blame Ms. Kelela for this, because I can barely tell what she contributed. Let's blast the flattened (apocalyptic perhaps?) musical landscape of the 2010s and later when the handful of major labels and styles just sorta merged into a gooey, greasy blob of autotuned shit. This is a great example of it and could easily be placed side to side with ANY OTHER contemporaneous music and it would truly all sound the absolute same. I feel gross, and I hate what it's all become. There's a hungry totalizing algorithm that says you better not deviate from the formula because if you do the stockholders won't be rich anymore!!! Fuck them all and fuck this.

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I bought this CD when it first came out, it's a lot of fun. This album was wildly over-played in the 90s, so I haven't felt the need to play it much for about twenty years, but my 18-year-old son (hey Alfie!) recently discovered this, and so I have started listening to this again with him, and it's a really fun listen. It's a damn good time and you can dance to it. As a result, when I stumbled across a reasonably priced vinyl copy just last week, I snaffled it up for my collection. There are lots of things to like and admire about Fatboy Slim. He approaches making songs like a DJ, not a musician. He builds songs like miniature sets, with breaks and snippets cut in from his eclectic but well curated collection. The songs are full of hooks and snippets, transitions and surprising changes, and, above all, those big funky breaks. He is not afraid to let a beat play out for a while, augmented with DJ tricks like big sweeping filters, drops or stuttering delays. His taste is exquisite -- wide ranging and obscure -- but not cool. Norman Cook is less concerned with 'cool' than with 'fun'. Is the hook really catchy? Is it funky? Does this drum break insist that you absolutely must dance? And I like that. His songs are fun and inclusive and catchy and easy to dance to. He has a great ear for sounds, hooks, breaks and moments from other records. His sources are often obscure, but not for obscurity's sake. Rather he chooses them because they are a great fresh sound. These tracks are more than the mere sum of their parts; it's an accessible and optimistic collage of energy and excitement. I did copy Fatboy's habit of turning up to DJ gigs with only a box of 7" vinyl singles. I like the way it forces you to only play short, poppy songs, and I use the approach sometimes when doing my own DJ sets. This is the definitive 90s big beat album. Maybe not the world's most 'artistic' genre or album, but one of the most entertaining. Let's dance!

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Dimery is pushing up against his own 'no compilations' rule. He obviously and desperately wants to include 'Legend' on the list, but can't, so has included three of Bob Marley's strongest 70s albums to cover the spread. I would argue that one is sufficient ('Exodus' would be my pick), but this is an admittedly pretty strong album, and it has a few classic tracks, 'Concrete Jungle' and 'Stir It up' immediately spring to mind. The inclusion of two Peter Tosh songs helps add some variety to the album and reduce the filler quotient ('Kinky Reggae' is the most egregious filler track). And the band is certainly _tight_. The groove is always in the pocket, and the band sounds great. Even Chris Blackwell's overdubbing interventions don't ruin the core performances.

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Miss you,.Dolly :/

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Got this one on the day Dolly Parton died, which gave it a particular meaning to me.

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Dolly Parton’s Coat of Many Colors has such a warm, nostalgic feeling that it feels less like simply listening to an album and more like stepping into a collection of memories. I really loved how heartfelt and comforting the songs felt, with stories about family, childhood, love, hardship, and finding beauty in simple things. This was actually my first time listening to a full Dolly Parton album, and I honestly regret discovering her music so late. There’s something incredibly genuine about her voice and storytelling that makes even the simplest songs feel deeply personal. The album has a wonderful balance of tenderness, humor, sadness, and hope, and you can really feel the importance of her Appalachian roots and upbringing throughout it. The title track, “Coat of Many Colors,” especially stood out to me. Its story is simple but incredibly moving, turning something born out of poverty into a symbol of love, pride, and family. That ability to find warmth and meaning in ordinary experiences is probably what I appreciated most about the album. I’m really glad I finally gave Dolly Parton a chance. Coat of Many Colors feels timeless, sincere, and deeply human—and now I’m definitely curious to explore more of her music.

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I am going to take a minute to talk about Dolly Parton. I am assuming I got this album today due to the news that shocked the world yesterday, that Dolly Parton passed away at 80. There are so many things about Dolly that make her a legend and icon, a warrior and champion of charity. She tried her darndest to do good in the world, and it showed. This album was pretty good. Easy listening, nice harmonies between the three icons. Nice to get a county album instead of the usual british punk album.

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Oh, 1001 Albums Generator Dot Com. While the passing of a legend is certainly a good time to listen to their music, it is perhaps the worst time to actually review it. How can you expect me to dry my eyes, put on my scholarly glasses, and look at this through a critical lens? Does anyone dare have a stony enough heart to rate this four stars or less? Lucky for me, then, that it's undeniably great. Material that could have been saccharine or morose in someone else's hands is given a heartfelt, joyous presentation. Dolly sings everything earnestly and with her whole (renowned) chest. I'm not one for lyrics 99% of the time, but Dolly's here are beautiful and uncomplicated, not needing a Genius translation. "Coat of Many Colors" and "A Better Place to Live" are the world in the exemplary way that Dolly saw it. "Early Morning Breeze" is the joy of being alive (and accompanied by a very slinky bassline). "Traveling Man" is a cautionary tale with a hilarious twist ending. "My Blue Tears" is a lovely bit of poetry. "The Mystery of the Mystery" is about Dolly's faith and her willingness to accept that which she can't understand. "Here I Am" is my favorite song on here, an ode to self-fulfillment sung with fervor of a gospel preacher. If the rest of album has more well-worn material of the cheating heart variety, the delivery is still as good as it gets and the accompanying music and production serve their roles nicely. Whether you're listening with a critical ear or not, it's a great album from a great lady. So long, Dolly. See you on the other side.

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great stuff. rip to a legend.

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Surprised to see this on here. I say this as someone who bought this as soon as it came out and probably listened to it 1500 times. But Nonsuch is the late period XTC album that should be on this list. Go listen to that. A lot. That record deserves A LOT more attention. The world would be a better place if everyone spent more time with it. Go. Now! The musical craftsmanship here is stunning. Truly. Rewards a close listen. Listening to it again today on headphones, my mouth is agape. And Colin Moulding's musicianship particularly should be claimed by UNESCO as a world cultural heritage site. But the content here was not worth breaking up the band to bring it to life, as was the case here, with much budget induced stress. Fuck capitalism and the horrible forces of reality! But real they are, and if your art requires a big budget, you are making a choice to prioritize that and I'm not sure I agree with the decision here. This gets four stars from me because it is in the top 40% of albums, but it isn't in the top 60% of XTC. My friends and I used to jokingly, and lovingly, spread a rumor that Dave Gregory is living above a laundromat in our hometown. I will still get the occasional text. "I think I just saw Dave G at the Big Y deli counter." I pray those messages outlive me, and I pray XTC's music outlives its makers.

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Gave up midway through paranoid android. Might be one of the worst things I've heard in my life

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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".

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.

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.

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

Rap isn't my preferred genre of music. But I'm a shitty mathematician so I enjoyed this.

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??!!?

Rage In Favor Of The Machine.

Music for incels to wank furiously by

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 beauty of music is that it is subjective. It’s typically great for a certain group of people, though it’s never right for everyone. Some for the masses, some more niche, but it all has its place. Meanwhile, with lists like this, there’s always artists or records that anyone would have put on in place of what actually made it. Personally, I would have included Queensryche’s Operation Mindcrime, Live’s Throwing Copper, Joe Satriani’s The Extremist, Sara Bareilles’ Little Voice, or John Mellencamp’s Scarecrow album on a list of must hear records. Others would put totally different albums on and that's awesome. What someone likes vs. dislikes is truly subjective. Again, that's the beauty. With that said, this album objectively sucks. I mean truly horrible. Something had to be the lowest rated album on the list, and this was a place well earned. There is nothing redeemable about this record. To quote my wife, “they should have stopped at 1,000.”

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

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

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.