Even though I classify Dahlia Seed's Survived By as a summer album, it is also one of my top 20 favorites ever, and I often visit it multiple times a year.
Ginger Baker's No Material played without setlists or prepared material and was all improv, explains M Milner, and remains a compelling listen decades later
Let Jefferson Starship's Blows to the Empire carry you into space; you’ll have a big stupid grin on your face by the time you slingshot into the ether.
Grand Vapids' album Guarantees blends impressive songwriting, brilliant melancholy crawls, and constant mood changes to create a brightly shining whole.
For my money, only one album comes delivers on rap-rock's early promise - the soundtrack to obscure 90s rich-boys-in-ghetto-peril thriller Judgement Night.
Weakwick's For Show is a nauseating whirlwind of precipitous guitar and drum work that at times sounds like a rusty carnival ride that shouldn't be riden.
The lesson Tame Impala's Currents tries to drill into our skulls is simple, but in the right hands (Kevin Parker's) simultaneously sublime is Let it happen.