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: 49 minutes ago).
"Is this the greatest country rock album of all time? There are so many nights I feel that way. The songs are simply majestic. The type of songs that make me feel like I can take on the entire world no matter what the odds. And I need that kind of music in my life. Songs that make me want to shirk...""Is this the greatest country rock album of all time? There are so many nights I feel that way. The songs are simply majestic. The type of songs that make me feel like I can take on the entire world no matter what the odds. And I need that kind of music in my life. Songs that make me want to shirk off the shackles of my self destructive ways and once more reach for something bigger than myself. Plus, the guitar on this just destroys me and the lyrics are second to none.
The only problem with this album, and it's a big one, is that it peters out towards the end on those last two songs. Considering the album's only 8 tracks long that's kind of lame. But those first six tracks? Totally essential, mind-blowing stuff that fires me up like little else.
Grade: A. Cosmic Country Rock at it's best. Since it's a tad inconsistent at the end, it's not ever going to get top billing. But these are my fighting songs right now so I'm going to slide it into the number two pole at least for now. "[+]Reply
"They broke all the rules. A completely timeless masterpiece, and a wonderfully made album. No end of great songs. Highly recommend to anyone who likes avant-garde, or psychadelic, or punk, or really anything. It's just good."Reply
"This year has been so shitty. And while an album like Fetch the Bolt Cutters recognizes our turmoil and frustration, Shore is a great complement. This is a work of love, joy, and hope that has come at not a moment too soon. But even musically, it's making a strong claim as the best Fleet Foxes al...""This year has been so shitty. And while an album like Fetch the Bolt Cutters recognizes our turmoil and frustration, Shore is a great complement. This is a work of love, joy, and hope that has come at not a moment too soon.
But even musically, it's making a strong claim as the best Fleet Foxes album. It encapsulates the excitement and accessibility of their self-titled, matches the scope and consistency of Helplessness Blues, while pushing the sound and songwriting with similar adventurousness as Crack-Up.
It remains to be seen whether it captures thee same adoration for me as those first two records, given that I've had a decade with them, and at such a formative age. But I gotta say, Shore does not disappoint. "[+]Reply
"The most important thing to realize going into listening to this album the first couple of times is that Syd Barrett really *was* a talented songwriter, and that even without his total mental breakdown he still would have amassed a pretty decently sized following. There are quite a few melodies a...""The most important thing to realize going into listening to this album the first couple of times is that Syd Barrett really *was* a talented songwriter, and that even without his total mental breakdown he still would have amassed a pretty decently sized following. There are quite a few melodies and chord sequences here that would have worked just fine in a normal setting, with a lyrical combination of playfulness and self-confession that would make quite an impact on their own. The opening "Terrapin" is a great example of this, as it's a rather gentle acoustic ballad that combines playful (and only somewhat nonsensical) lyrics about being a swimming fish and simple (but still kinda clever to my ears) boy-girl lyrics like, "Well oh baby my hair's on end about you." Simple and poppy, yes, but high quality simple-and-poppy, if you ask me.
But of course, it's not the normal aspects of the album alone that ultimately draw people here, but rather the way in which they provide a context for the train wreck of Syd's mind. "Terrapin," by having such 'regular' appeal, is an extremely deceptive opener, as the evidence for this album's weirdness reputation begins in full force with track two. Witness the dark aggressive (and outright disturbing) cacophony of "No Good Trying", whose most revealing moment is the line about the person Syd is singing to spinning around in a car while lights are flashing all around. Witness the hilariously catchy up-tempo, nonsensical "Love You," where Syd and Co. conjure up a vaguely Kinksy piano number and let it linger in the astral plane just long enough to totally screw it up (meant in a good way). Witness ESPECIALLY when Syd's performance (singing, lyrics, guitar, everything) goes totally off the deep end in "Octopus," all culminating in the ecstatic chanting of, "Please leave us here! Close our eyes to the octopus riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide!!!" And so on.
The easiest way, for me at least, to categorize the rest of the album is to divide it into "lucid" and "less lucid." The less lucid parts sometimes happen within the songs themselves (like the weird mumbling freak-out in the second half of "No Man's Land"), but the most frightening one comes when Roger Waters and David Gilmour (the producers) share an outtake from right before Syd's 'proper' rendition of "If It's In You," where Syd starts into the number and ends up hideously off-key in singing, "Yes I'm thiiiiiiiiiiiNNNNNNNNNNKing" and follows by mumbling only semi-coherently. Poor, poor, Syd.
What makes his collapse even more frightening and sad in my mind, though, is the ways the lucid moments show he was fully aware of it. "Dark Globe" is playful and has somewhat off-key vocals, yes, but those are serious chills down my back when he sings, "Won't you miss me? Wouldn't you miss me at aaaallllllll??" Those chills stay when I hear Syd longing for a girl in "Here I Go," in the mournful "Long Gone," and even when he's slowly singing James Joyce poetry to an elementary melody.
Beyond these, there are some songs that aren't really that super, and that kinda negate my original hopes that, even in the wake of such heavy drug abuse, his songwriting abilities would remain completely unscathed. But really, I don't think that's the point. This is an album that can be extremely enjoyable at points, yes, but it's also very sad, and more than that really has no parallel in music of which I'm aware. It's messy, it's playful, it's sad ... it's Syd. And Syd was great, despite himself. This is why I like this album terribly much, despite that I almost never bring it out. If you don't like it, I can understand, but you must also understand that those of us who do like it get a feel from it that's largely indescribable, and thus you should not condemn us or this album.
PS: Somehow, I left out mention of the album's second best song, the closing "Late Night." It's probably the best example on the album of a semi-coherent love song, one that had a great song at its core but got tweaked more than a bit by being filtered through Syd's mind. It brings a tear to my eye each time I hear it. "[+]Reply
"I remember reading BEA user JulianR’s comment on My Bloody Valentine’s Loveless “never has an album been so synonymous with a genre, yet so unique within it”, but my mind, however, leapt immediately to this one. So iconic was its release that the entire labelling of the ambient genre followed its...""I remember reading BEA user JulianR’s comment on My Bloody Valentine’s Loveless “never has an album been so synonymous with a genre, yet so unique within it”, but my mind, however, leapt immediately to this one. So iconic was its release that the entire labelling of the ambient genre followed its precedent. No other record wears its ethos so proudly on its sleeve (in this case quite literally) than this one.
Its simplicity is often what leaves Ambient 1 so overlooked and overcriticized; yes, the album is sparse, but this is exactly where its impact lies; there’s no worth in comparing it to the complexity of jazz or prog since the entire manifesto of ambient is to do more with less. With tracks 1/1 and 2/1 being piano and vocal driven respectively, the third track combines the two elements to create a stunning harmony between the classical piano keys and the synth-laden vocals. The effect is transfixing and heartwrenching all at once; there seems to be a tragedy unfolding slowly before your eyes, but the lack of any lyrics leaves the nature of this tragedy just out of reach.
Eno’s urge to move towards ambient music came as a result of a car accident, after which he was confined to his bed for a considerable time. A friend of his on their way out the door offered to put a record on, however Eno realised after she had left that the volume was far too low and moreover, the sound of the rain which had started to fall all but drowned out the music. This was his eureka moment, and both these elements are here if you look for them. Ambient 1 is the faintest remnant of the melody and the pounding cacophony of the rain.
Most of this is copied from the description of the album in my overall chart, do check it out if you have the time!!"[+]Reply
"Combat rock, is really the 'last' proper Clash album, and looking at the contents of the box set a few years ago, it seems the band agrees with this. If you take out, should i stay or should i go, and, rock the casbah, it would be an incredibly frustrating album. The rest is fine, but it's clear ...""Combat rock, is really the 'last' proper Clash album, and looking at the contents of the box set a few years ago, it seems the band agrees with this. If you take out, should i stay or should i go, and, rock the casbah, it would be an incredibly frustrating album. The rest is fine, but it's clear by now that the Clash were slipping. Not as bad as, cut the crap, but still disappointing. "[+]Reply
"One of the most creative, interesting and ambitious rock albums of the entire decade, this basically sticks a middle finger up at the conventions of both glossy glam rock and mopey indie college bands that were popular at the time. It doesn't really fit in with the metal genre either, nor the gru...""One of the most creative, interesting and ambitious rock albums of the entire decade, this basically sticks a middle finger up at the conventions of both glossy glam rock and mopey indie college bands that were popular at the time. It doesn't really fit in with the metal genre either, nor the grunge sound popular a few years later. This is its own beast doing its own thing; incorporating piano and synth and finding unusual sounds to weave into each song with just the right amount of restraint.
This is so much fun to listen to that I'm not even mad at it for influencing the (mostly) garbage nu metal movement that hit about a decade later. And if titles like "Zombie Eaters" and "Woodpecker from Mars" don't automatically pique your interest then sorry, we can't be friends."[+]Reply
"Everything about this band irritates me. That includes their faux "organic family greengrocers" name, the shameless plundering of Shakespeare quotes, Marcus Mumford's pathetic hangdog vocal delivery, the faux hand-me-down caps and waistcoats look, the use of the word "heart" in every other line, ...""Everything about this band irritates me. That includes their faux "organic family greengrocers" name, the shameless plundering of Shakespeare quotes, Marcus Mumford's pathetic hangdog vocal delivery, the faux hand-me-down caps and waistcoats look, the use of the word "heart" in every other line, their piss-poor attempt at English folk rock, and as for that sodding banjo...
But the worst thing about them is for the whole of 2011/12, I couldn't escape them. They were on the radio, the TV, in the pub, in my friends' and family's car stereos, and even butted in on every damn youtube video I tried to watch. They were EVERYWHERE. Mumford and Sons are the musical equivalent of McDonalds - massively naff, totally disingenuous, nutritionally void, puzzlingly popular and irritatingly ubiquitous. "[+]Reply