Reviews by tealedfleet

What a fantastic and eclectic album! The production values on this must have been insane. It's only at the end that it was veering dangerously close to 'jarringly experimental' territory.

Quite fitting that the album is titled 'Pictures at an Exhibition', because I feel like an everyday shmuck in an art gallery that is tailored to those who spend their lives living, breathing, and vomiting art. Because I don't get it.

Doubt I'm going to listen to this again.

Not bad! But after a while, it starts feeling repetitive. Problem with the 70's bands on this list is that while they were unique for their time, they're nothing new by now. But for what it's worth, the smooth jazz made it chill to listen to.

Decent, but nothing to write home about. Vocals were a hit and miss.

A blend of all different of genres, which makes it interesting. But it's just not for me.

I thought the hidden track at the end was kind of clever, but that's everything that I found to be unique about this album. It's pop. Decent pop, but just pop.

Quirky and upbeat, I like it! There's a good variation of songs here, though some do feel a bit more... wacky than others.

For my introduction to Fleetwood Mac, this is a bit of a bummer. Don't get me wrong - it sounds -good-, but aside from 'Beautiful Child', there wasn't a single track that stood out to me as essential listening. And that's the biggest critique I can give it: the loveydovey songs all blend together.

Relaxing and chill to listen to, but my god it is massive. Comforting as Nick Cave's voice is, I don't think I'm going to revisit it.

A personal, introspective album that nevertheless feels quite relatable. Lennon's emotions shine through in his vocals, and I absolutely enjoyed listening to him sing the deepest parts of his soul out.

The fact that this is a live album does a disservice to Motörhead. But the heavy riffs, the iconic sound of Lemmy's voice, and the sheer attitude dripping off this album makes it still pretty good.

If I was rating George Michael as a human being, I'd rate this a 5/5. Unfortunately I'm only rating the music, which is okay pop hampered by some very dated, borderline creepy lyrics.

-The- definition of an epic rock album. Freddie Mercury's voice is angelic, and it was really nice to hear the band belt out some hard rock. It is a bit all over the place in terms of tone, though.

A nice mix of acoustic and electronic tracks. Young's voice is quite relaxing and lovely to listen to, but I do get the common criticism that everything starts to blend together.

Can definitely see why this is their debut album - it really feels like they're trying to find their footing. For me, so far, it is the weakest of their albums on this list. The drums are the highlight of the songs, but other than that, it is ok at best.

Oof, I really tried - but I just couldn't get into this. Halfway I just wanted to be done with this album. 'Heard Through the Grapevine' is the sole hit on this album that I thought was above average, but the rest is just slop that only redeems itself through the lyrics. I can definitely see how it is influential, though.

What a lovely eclectic album! Beck takes to different genres like a duck to water - hip-hop, rock, folk... It's all familiar territory to him and doesn't seem to be too out of place. His voice never ran me ragged, and the instrumentals were top notch. His creativity also shines through his lyrics.

It's incredible how many songs on this DEBUT album of all things are the ones that cemented the band's legendary status. Slash' guitar skills are amazing. It's just a shame that the lingering taint of misogny still resides in this album, and the other songs kind of blend together.

Hmm. This is a difficult one. I acknowledge that Bob Dylan has a legendary status, but his voice is just not doing anything for me. The lyricism in his songs definitely do make it worth listening to, but whether I could return to it... I don't think so.

I listened to this album while I was in the throes of the flu. It was an anchor that held me sane while my fever-racked body was tossing and turning. The thundering headache was soothed by the plucking of Weller's guitar. Short of breath, with a stuffy nose, I nevertheless felt light listening to this album, floating on the gruff but charming vocals.

So, in conclusion: Pretty good.