Anyone can tell you there’s no more road to ride. Everyone will tell you there’s no place to hide.
You shouldn’t try to look so good if you don’t wanna be misunderstood.
But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away. And I know all the games you play because I played them, too.
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair.
My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity.
Well, I heard the news, there’s good rockin’ tonight.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I sure know where I’ve been.
I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade.
You could have a bumper car, bumping. The amusement never ends.
Watching the parade with pinpoint eyes full of smoldering anger.
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn.
Faster than the speed of light, she’s flying, trying to remember where it all began.
Well, it’s all right – we’re going to the end of the line.
I won’t play ball, won’t do as I’m told. I’d rather be a square peg in a round hole.
I’m not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines.
Maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood.
Yeah, smokestack lightning. Don’t you hear me calling?
Waitress, can I get a vodka martini with a twist of sub-lime? Thank you.
Could this be true? It all comes down to you.
It’s pure pop joy, pure joy joy. Okay?
Come on and get the minimum, before you open up your eyes.
Hey hey, my my. Rock and roll can never die.
You’re all I think about and everywhere I look, I know it’s bad, but we could be so good.
I heard something about my ma and my pa. They didn’t want me so they made me a star.
I hate catchy choruses and I’m a hypocrite.
How does it feel? To be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark.
Heed what this wise man says: stay away from redheads.
Yeah, you got the weight of the world coming down like a mother’s eye.
So many times I used to give a sign. Got this feeling, gonna lose my mind.
No safety net: you get what you get, what you settle for.
Coffee breaks and lamb’s tail shakes aren’t arbitrary marks.
Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
Down the streets I’m the girl next door. I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for.
Keep my real light shining.
She don’t like The Toasters or The Skeletones, she’d rather pound some beers and listen to The Ramones.
Straight up, this album is catchy on a cellular level.
Livin’, lovin’ on the run, so far away from you.
The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted. Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can’t lift it.
You have no scars on your face and you cannot handle pressure.
Lord Finesse and DJ Mike Smooth dial up the number of the funky technician!
Raw, grimy, funked up danceable R&B pop. Also: fun.
Hey kid! What do we got? Not a lot. So what?
So come on, check it off now.
A surprisingly warm tone gives way to something more fractured, shattered, and eventually becomes somewhat haunting. Well, this is Radiohead, right?
An album with a specific, intimate, and special energy to it.
You see right through me – I got the feeling of love.
Revvin’ up your engine, listen to her howlin’ roar.
One part evil, three-fifths blind.
I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
You’re breaking my heart. You’re shaking my confidence daily.
The heart of rock and roll is still beating.
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?
You have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way.
The Jack White Experience produces another successful experiment.
Sopra i cieli, ancor più su. Dolci canti di angeli.
Get down, get DOWN.
There are true sonic gems hiding on these streets, in this shadowy world.
We got the money! We got the money now!
Dearly beloved: let’s go crazy. Let’s get nuts.
You can find her screaming along with the ghosts, reminds you she’s the one that you need the most.
To be the best we got to pass the test we gotta make it all the way to the top of the mountain.
The band that I feel I should really like more but… erases the but.
The genius behind The Beach Boys finds his powers fully intact on his first solo album.
Yeah, when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog.
He rides across the nation, the thoroughbred of sin. He got the application that you just sent in.
I’m the king of bongo baby, I’m the king of bongo.
It opens the floodgate of memories from my Star Wars-obsessed childhood, and that’s just for starters.
An exquisitely executed dose of grungy riot grrl punk rock.
From the catchy, fun, and a little strange to the truly avantgarde weirdo deep cut treasure chest.
It’s the riot grrl drama you’ve been craving.
Easily one of my favorite “new” finds of this decade.
You think it’s funny but what I say is true.
I’d tell you, but you need to understand the new slang to get it.
I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray.
This is love, this is love that I’m feeling.
Much like Fashion Nugget, I will survive. Yeah yeah.
Q: Should you listen to this album? A: Uh, that’d be a big time yes.
Take a bow for the new revolution.
Hey baby, it’s hella good, okay?
Eclectic psychedelic rock released at the pinnacle of the Flower Power era.
Plug in and get supercharged anywhere you like with this massive 244 song compilation.
Bang a gong. Get it on.
So far so good.
You’d have to have nada en la cabeza to not get moving to this album.
One would be well advised to express the opposite of “you’re no good” with regard to this album. Which is to say… it’s good.
Don’t wait for 18 and life to check this one out.
One listen and you’ll be on the pull.
Don’t suffer the fools who refuse to get enough-er of this construct of musical performances.
Some bands and some albums hit a bunch of my musical sweet spots at once.
Think I’m in love… with The Information.
Another tremendous album from the cult of Frank Black.
From whatever position you occupy with regard to the watchtower, this is another classic Dylan album.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I still turned out to be a huge Babyshambles fan, didn’t I?
In which I make the case for this exceptionally talented band from Binghamton, New York.
The humans of Parquet Courts have banged out yet another remarkably consistent performance.
A sprawl of 43 eclectic gems add up to a greater whole, and that price is right on.
The Rage is relentless, in three parts.
Highly unique yet strangely comforting? Just ask the king of the carrot flowers.