Listed below are the overall rankings for the best albums in history as determined by their aggregate positions in over 59,000 different greatest album charts on BestEverAlbums.com! (Chart last updated: 5 hours ago).
"Love everything about thks album. Maybe just some of the lyrics don't interest me much but everything is still very poetic and original. Can't even try to duplicate the unique songwriting Joni had on this one. I don't really love other albums by her but this album grabbed me from the first listen...""Love everything about thks album. Maybe just some of the lyrics don't interest me much but everything is still very poetic and original. Can't even try to duplicate the unique songwriting Joni had on this one. I don't really love other albums by her but this album grabbed me from the first listen and it is one of my all time favorite albums."[+]Reply
"Predetermined prejudice if I've ever seen it. Average track rating: 86 Average album rating: 79 Stop blindly hating on this music and actually develop a REAL opinion on it for once. This has been happening far too often to albums that definitely deserve better than this."Reply
"This is a truly great album. The energy, insanity, and desire to rock that Sly and his Family bring make this funkier than James Brown and rawer than Iggy."Reply
"Pfff the seemingly effortless ease with which DeMarco launches laidback classic after laidback classic puts a lot of less modest songwriters to shame. Great record."Reply
"I came around to more Prog Rock via Pink Floyd and then King Crimson, and like any genre of music there is good and bad to discover, and to my surprise I found the good to include Rush, Yes and early Genesis. All three I would've turned my nose up to 20 years ago, maybe it's an age thing... Here ...""I came around to more Prog Rock via Pink Floyd and then King Crimson, and like any genre of music there is good and bad to discover, and to my surprise I found the good to include Rush, Yes and early Genesis. All three I would've turned my nose up to 20 years ago, maybe it's an age thing...
Here we have Rush's best album, the 20 minute title track is very interesting and seems to pass quite quickly, I don't hear anything wrong with Geddy Lee's vocals which seem to put some people off. The album does perhaps fade somewhat towards the end but there is still enough quality here by far."[+]Reply
"Here's an updated review I just posted on www.listology.com (another great site)..."Arranged as a complete bout of stream-of-consciousness, cast from a holy scripting of instrumental brotherhood, comes a deep exhale of "oneness" steeped in universal tragedy and spearheaded by a tra...""Here's an updated review I just posted on www.listology.com (another great site)..."Arranged as a complete bout of stream-of-consciousness, cast from a holy scripting of instrumental brotherhood, comes a deep exhale of "oneness" steeped in universal tragedy and spearheaded by a trance of destiny through an enigmatic malaise, Wyatt assumes an improbable plethora of emotional identities, each magnified by an impossible sense of self awareness and clarity that, en masse, forces into existence an otherwise impenetrable subjectivity of the greatest integrity, character and conviction. In a communal mustering of the affinities of the universe: elemental, spiritual, physical and natural, the work progresses as a prodigal event. A happening. Not just a recording of an event, but a miracle unfolding. As a single entity where each aspect is interconnected to a greater whole, a single thrust, a single emotion that encapsulates within it, all emotions, all expressions, all viewpoints and beingness. A spiritual ascension that, incredibly, becomes increasingly disoriented, flummoxed and senseless the more awareness it acquires, the more profundity it emotes; thus mired in an ultimate dichotomy, blossoming from a gradually upending kaleidescope of succumbing emotional episodes. Sea Song, fraught with a narcotic, otherworldly milieu and contemplated by a profound, painfully heavy impression of sorrow, is a funeral march on a despairing search for answers. It magically erupts into a submerged, overwhelmed choir and then into the passionate, lost grief of Wyatt's lone, plaintive and confused cries as the keyboards strike repeating chords, haunting and ominous. A Last Straw floats oceanic, ascending and descending in eternal swim. It moves in an unorthodox, cyclic, rhythmic pulse as Wyatt calls out like a dying, drowning mammal, in between flexibly patterned, elastic percussion before the bottom drops out in a series of descending, increasingly dreadful, low notes. Little Red Riding Hood Hit the Road explodes in a sensational, vibrant show, a coalescing influx of multi-faceted liberation, the unfurling of states of being; of mind over matter; Buddhi. It is a confused, colliding series of transformations, infusing Wyatt into and out of existence. His words carry in and out of the brilliant, frenzied strobe light vacuum, slowing down, speeding up, and dramatically reversing direction into inverse semantics and back again. Alifib/Alife opens as a dramatic rebirth, an ode to his loved one, a naked solitude at the beginning of the universe. Wyatt casts tears of regret into constellations of sparkling love beneath a calm and drifting sea, and sinking ever so slowly he gradually drowns away, farther and farther from her. Beneath his lonely keyboard strokes, his voice calls out over and over in a sacred whisper of paralyzed and comatose cardiac arrest. He is praying for her from the brink of death, trying to bring himself back, trying to postulate their togetherness back into reality. Simultaneously he sings a hymn from the edge of birth, mourning their distance and failures in an aching poem of clumsy baby talk, thus dying for her and living for her, now reborn in a heartbreaking show of eternal dependency; as with a newborn to his mother. Drowning further, a gradual rise of calamity, confusion and suspense ensues. Wyatt repeats his words in a less formulated, dying stupor as narcoleptic fits take hold. Clarinet and sax figures contort and spit and squeal and squirm, anxiously contriving a strange, brewing storm of pent up intensity, before spewing out a wrenching, overflowing spastic attack of uncontrolled, unmitigated abandon, bursting and then calming into a striking and damning retort from his loved one while a haunting sense of eternal damnation seems to swell before them. Little Red Robin Hood Hit the Road explodes in a relentless storm of manic, increasingly frantic percussion and instrumental fireworks while Wyatt repeats a mantra of prayers behind the screaming call of his keyboard play, before passing out and drowning into a heavenly backdrop of dreamy viola where an awkward stupor of unintelligible vocals drift about, hypnotized and stuck indefinitely in a void and godless world.""[+]Reply
"Visions did a good job of creating a mirthful street-headphones atmosphere and getting that modern, slightly trepid young-urban feeling just right, but with Art Angels Grimes creates her own little wonderland... it's as if some remote galaxy intercepted our popular pop trends, gleefuly turning ev...""Visions did a good job of creating a mirthful street-headphones atmosphere and getting that modern, slightly trepid young-urban feeling just right, but with Art Angels Grimes creates her own little wonderland... it's as if some remote galaxy intercepted our popular pop trends, gleefuly turning everything inside-out and then back in-again, and sprayed it all with some glittery neon slime. I don't know of any albums recently that have been this effervescent and seamless- while big show-stoppers like Kill V Maim and the jolting pocket-symphony that is Realiti command individual attention, Grimes jumps confidently from each weird cloud to the next, never losing sight of the AA's main heart in the process. It's both fluffy, serene, pulsating and kind of unnerving, and really just one terrifically insane (in a playful, graceful way mind you) album that's still never hard to swallow. While the move into full-on electronica dance could polarize some previous fans, especially those who latched on to the more chic darkwave/witch-house-y beats of Visions, Art Angels still remains a wonderfully bewitching and uncompromising album, where pop appeal and demented bedtime-lullabies-gone-horribly-wrong can exist together harmoniously. "[+]Reply
"Superb album .. i ain't the one great song to start the album , tuesday gone still one of my favourites,and what can you say about free bird......pity these guys didn't get the recognition they deserved until it was too late."Reply