I’m a lexicon devil with a battered brain, and I’m lookin’ for a future, the world’s my aim.
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.
Nada en la cabeza.
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 project.
Drink smoke drink smoke this is what we do. Well, not what I do necessarily but… you get it.
A self-assured and strong 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 coming out of 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 project).
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…
A powerhouse of a ska punk album that just happens to layer in… well, you’ll see.
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 (Ramones-y) punk 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.
Revved up garage rock with punk attitude. Get it.
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.