I need a change in my life, and I need it right now. Good or bad, it doesn’t really matter how.

I need a change in my life, and I need it right now. Good or bad, it doesn’t really matter how.
Gotta watch those corners in the stretch of danger, a problem could arise eventually. I’ve walked this earth for twenty years and now my mind is floating out to sea.
If growing up means being like you, then I don’t want to be like you.
The doctor says to take it easy because this isn’t healthy, but I need things a doctor can’t prescribe. I’m running the race on a treadmill going nowhere fast; I need an outlet in my so-called life.
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind. We’ll cut you once in your heart and your mind.
I got a date with the night, burnin’ down my finger.
No crime if there ain’t no law, no cops left to mess you around, no more dreams of mystery chords, no more sight to bring you down.
Take me now baby here as I am. Pull me close, try and understand. Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe. Love is a banquet on which we feed.
In this world today, there ain’t nobody to thank. Just blame it on the kids and toss ‘em in the tank.
Well, I’ve got a fever, I’m a non-believer, I’m in a state of grace, for I am the Caesar, I’m gonna seize the day.
I don’t want to hear it – all you do is talk about you. I don’t want to hear it, ‘cause I know that none of it’s true.
We are kids, we play punk rock ‘n roll. If we didn’t, we got no soul.
I’m a lexicon devil with a battered brain, and I’m lookin’ for a future, the world’s my aim.
It’s only human nature, pollutes temptation. We have reserved bookings for the fathers of our nation.
It’s dark and eerie and it’s really late, come on kids don’t hesitate.
We are tired of your excuse. Try to stop us – it’s no use!
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair.
She don’t like The Toasters or The Skeletones, she’d rather pound some beers and listen to The Ramones.
Sopra i cieli, ancor più su. Dolci canti di angeli.
There are true sonic gems hiding on these streets, in this shadowy world.
An exquisitely executed dose of grungy riot grrl punk rock.
It’s the riot grrl drama you’ve been craving.
Easily one of my favorite “new” finds of this decade.
You’d have to have nada en la cabeza to not get moving to this album.
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.
Another tremendous album from the cult of Frank Black.
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 list.
Drink smoke drink smoke this is what we do. Well, not what I do necessarily but… you get it.
A self-assured, unique, and uniquely good debut album from Chrissie Hynde and crew.
A thoroughly non-sedating blast of old school punk rock.
An early ‘80s gem with a super unique sound from the gloom of the Pacific Northwest.
Day in day out and on and on and on, *this* is the version of Keasbey Nights you’ve been looking for.
Points to the future of aggressive music generally in some small but important way.
Listen to this on a battered cassette player for maximum effect.
Houston, we have a problem indeed. But not with this record.
Don’t point the blame – just check out this frantically upbeat ska punk album.
You (and you) might be able to survive without this album, but why (and why)?
Wildly and gloriously weird punk-y art-meets-garage rock. Just dig it.
One hundred wild youth punks agree: this one is ready steady go.
Incredible raw energic punk that sounds both of its time and timeless.
So much that is so great (and so right) about punk rock.
May the record show that The Suicide Machines have stolen their way into my heart (and another entry on the best 1,000 albums ever list).
Wildly inventive and intriguing punk rock from the UK circa 1977.
Legit punk rock circa 1977 from Down Under.
More than a one-hit wonder album? Whatever.
A short and incredible acoustic ska punk album.
Insanely energetic punk rock with surprisingly agile music dynamics. But also, you know, fun.
A freight train of pioneering grungy punk rock energy.
I can think of, say, uno dos tres quatro cinco cinco seis reasons…
Spooky cool carnivalesque organ against Misfits-ish dirty, fast-paced hardcore punk? Uh, yes please.
Driving energy and pop hooks that helps to carry the initial British punk music wave forward.
Upbeat ska and punk, expertly mixed with great hooks and strong musicianship overall.
A great big blast of proto-punk angst and passion and loud crashing guitars.
A stunning collection of post-punk (but mostly leaning into the punk side, and thankfully so) artists out of the UK.
Ebullient spirit imbued with punk (Ramones-y) energy and great pop hooks.
It’s out there and it’s freaky and it’s punk and it rocks and it all works marvelously well.
Variety and range, from hardcore punk to an acoustic jam that you could almost imagine being on a 1980s era Midnight Oil record.
From ska to punk to new wave to pop, all performed with the extreme exuberance and confidence of youth and with tongues firmly planted in cheeks… I guess you can only describe it as Madness.
Early ‘80s new wave-meets-garage rock with fantastic keyboards.
It’s kind of weird and disturbing and great. Come take the trip.
A delirious blast of UK punk.
Aggressive yet upbeat, fast paced super fun power poppy punk by way of Seattle, Washington.
Uh… this album is crazy. Good crazy, but crazy. Dig it.
Mia Zapata’s vocals matched with urgent raucous punky Seattle grunge energy.
Conjures the feeling of being inside a gritty, indie British gangster flick and/or hanging out in a pub on a dreary English afternoon.
It’s fresh, indie, passionate, and punk, all the more remarkable for an album produced some four decades ago