Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark.
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark.
Straight up, this album is catchy on a cellular level.
You have no scars on your face and you cannot handle pressure.
Raw, grimy, funked up danceable R&B pop. Also: fun.
An album with a specific, intimate, and special energy to it.
Revvin’ up your engine, listen to her howlin’ roar.
The heart of rock and roll is still beating.
You have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way.
Dearly beloved: let’s go crazy. Let’s get nuts.
The genius behind The Beach Boys finds his powers fully intact on his first solo album.
Peek-a-boo! I can see you.
I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray.
Don’t wait for 18 and life to check this one out.
Don’t suffer the fools who refuse to get enough-er of this construct of musical performances.
A sprawl of 43 eclectic gems add up to a greater whole, and that price is right on.
The high highs make it well worthy of being in the magnificent seven… hundreds on the best 1,000 albums ever project.
It might not be for ma nor pa, but this Fishbone dish is sizzling.
A self-assured and strong debut album from Chrissie Hynde and crew.
Nothing’s shocking, indeed, yet consistently surprising.
An early ‘80s gem with a super unique sound coming out of the gloom of the Pacific Northwest.
Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge.
Amazing soundtrack from an amazing movie… almost too amazing? Nah.
Not your typical album of cover songs. Just ask Alice, I think she’ll know…
Listen to this on a battered cassette player for maximum effect.
Chic, posh, and pulsing synth pop are tops for the lads of the furry, fluffy, feathered and/or aquatic creature shop.
From jangle pop to post-punk to quiet ballads, this one has great range (and each range is great).
I mean, just ask any police officer who happens to be at a local fried carbohydrate treat market.
Go Johnny, go, go.
Now that IS workin’, that’s the way you do it.
You might just say that I’m so excited and yet I’m encountering a great deal of difficulty with regard to the prevention of obfuscating that emotional state.
You (and you) might be able to survive without this album, but why (and why)?
Who can it be now? Why, it’s the band from down under, of course.
It’s a time machine to a little study lounge near the back of Johnson Hall at Binghamton University.
If you’re already standing, you might just remain so after listening to this one.
Great hard rock with just the right touch of prog rock-y flair.
Ooh, it’s my love. Ooh, it’s my own true love.
The first U2 album sounds as fresh and energetic and urgent as ever.
Well-crafted hair metal. You might say it’ll rock you like… a powerful force of nature.
Pop gems from a UK-based singer-songwriter with a flat-out gorgeous voice.
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night.
Meshes traditional Irish sounds with a propulsive punk sensibility. In short, a bottle of smoke.
Robert Palmer and members of Duran Duran and Chic combo for some super group action, 1980s style.
Whether this is country or rock or blues or whatever, it’ll make you say, “Hell yeah.”
Riding on the Metro.
Not including it would be akin to, say… breaking the law, for example?
Don’t you want me to tell you? Read on.
Folk rock that bridges the gap from the 1960s to the Lilith Fair generation.
A delicious hamburger of fun early ‘80s rock ‘n roll.
Celtic and new age-y, at turns gentle and pleasant or moving and beautiful.
Driving energy and pop hooks that helps to carry the initial British punk music wave forward.