This thread sucks because it makes my brain hurt thinking about it. Yet I… can’t… resist! Arrgh!
Oh well, in alphabetical order:
Belle and Sebastian: Tigermilk. Damn fine wussy pop music. Just about every song on this one is a candidate for getting stuck in your head at inopportune times.
The Cure: Pornography. Remember that time you really felt like crap? Well, this album let’s you know, reassuringly, that someone once felt much worse. And the music is really good, too. Excellent fuel for teenage angst.
Godflesh: Streetcleaner. Well… um… see, Godflesh made some really intense music that got lumped into the grindcore category, while they managed to not be silly characatures (sp?) the way the other bands dumped in that label were. This album is one of the only ones where at first listen my jaw slackened and my eyes glazed over whilst thinking “Oh. My. God!” That is why it’s on this list.
James: Seven. I actually bought this at the same time as I got Streetcleaner (not a bad day of shopping, I must say). This is unlikely to be most James fans pick for their best, but something about it screams perfection to my ears.
Love & Rockets: Seventh Dream Of Teenage Heaven. Dog End of A Day Gone By. Saudade. The title track. Mmm, yeah. Great songs, excellent production. Fragmentary sentences. Inarticulate defense of a pick. Oh yeah, I’m there.
My Bloody Valentine: Loveless. As mentioned before, this is easily one of the best albums of the 90’s. Takes a few listens to get into it, but once you do you’re rendered a junkie. So good an album they’ve been scared to release a new album (even tossing out an entire recording session) due to the challenge of besting the predecessor.
Orbital: Snivilisation. By no means a perfect album, but it overflows with bucketloads of originality. No one ever made music like this before or after (Orbital included, unfortunately, even if In Sides was a damn good album). I swear I listened to this at least daily for a good year in college.
Slowdive: Souvlaki. Take one mopey shoegazer band and add Brian Eno producing, and you get Souvlaki. Their previous work was good, but the atmosphere of the music was dense and rather oppressive. Eno changed that and gave them a less claustrophobic/more airy sound. Yowza! Exit Eno and the band takes his idea one step further by becoming an almost inaudible “slo-core” (I heard that term on NPR once. Then never again.) band that could render any insomniac unconscious in a matter of seconds. Producers do matter, people!
The Talking Heads: Remain In Light. The eccentric art-nerds go very global in influence. Simply put: there are no bad songs here. I didn’t know until I listened to it that the world moved on a woman’s hips, so it’s educational, too.
A Tribe Called Quest: People’s Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm. OK, Q-Tip has a great voice and raps very well, that’s the surface stuff that most people agree on cuz it’s easy. But what sets this album above almost any other hip hop album it the sampling. Behind every rap is one of the greatest patisches of others’ sounds that I’ve ever heard. Public Enemy’s bombastic sounds were all well and good, but until ATCQ put this album out I would have been very hesitant to call such creations art. Now I know better.
There. That’s 10. And I’m exhausted.