Pitchfork’s recent Best 200 Albums of the ‘80s list is, all in all, pretty damn solid.

Flamencology

You don't deserve koa.
Yeah, yeah, I know. You all hate lists because they’re subjective and you’re uncomfortable with assertive pronouncements about subjective stuff because you’re going through that philosophical phase. Or maybe it’s because these lists never include the really awful stuff that you deeply love, and that leaves you feeling hurt and rejected, like your ex who moved out and took all your furniture.

However, though you never admit it... you also love these lists because they’re fucking fun.

Now that we’ve got that tired nonesense out of the way, let’s dig in.

https://pitchfork.com/features/lists-and-guides/the-200-best-albums-of-the-1980s/
 
The site keeps giving my laptop the 'waiting wheel'

Please tell me they at least included Black Sabbath - Heaven And Hell, and Queensrÿche - Operation: Mindcrime

The list is wrong if those two are left out :embarrassed:
 
The site keeps giving my laptop the 'waiting wheel'

Please tell me they at least included Black Sabbath - Heaven And Hell, and Queensrÿche - Operation: Mindcrime

The list is wrong if those two are left out :embarrassed:

Neither, mercifully.
 
The site keeps giving my laptop the 'waiting wheel'

Please tell me they at least included Black Sabbath - Heaven And Hell, and Queensrÿche - Operation: Mindcrime

The list is wrong if those two are left out :embarrassed:

Heaven and Hell is at least listenable. Operation: Mindcrime is just cheesy prog by folks who read way too much 1984.
 
Galaxie 500’s _On Fire_ though. I love it deeply, but ahead of the Valentine’s _Isn’t Anything_ is bold. Very bold.
 
Total garbage.

An abysmal assemblage of nihilism meets hipster douchebaggery. A pissing match for the title of "most eclectic and academic connoisseur". Pathetically pandering and disingenuous, it checks all the usual "I'm so brilliant and superior" boxes with heavy nods to the avant garde's usual suspects. Typical fanboi patronage and pseudo insights wrapped in the woefully narrow vocabulary of the modern music critic. "Vignette" made more appearances in that list than it did in olde timey Hollywood. Like clockwork, a scripted circle jerk wherein the worst offenders lined up to suck all the usual dicks.

I swear, Brian Eno and David Byrne must have permanent hickeys on their Willie Johnsons.

Yoko Ono...

Need I elaborate further?

That list was an embarrassment to all who took part.

More pedals than the Tour De France
 
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