Po-faced into the 21st century, Pink Floyd have won the fight to stop people downloading the more,
erm, obvious singles from their albums – instead you have to take their grand
opusesuses in full. Chalk one up for the old long-player.
After rigorous analysis, we’ve chosen three other albums that should only be
ingested in all their glory – plus three more that could do with some paring
down, and another three that should be hung, drawn and quartered until their
one good track is all that remains. If you’ve a mind, feel free to add to any
category in the egalitarian comments box.
ALL KILLER
Frank Sinatra/Songs For Swinging Lovers Arguably it's the first modern album, the first record to be intended to work
as a coherent whole. It remains incredibly difficult to stop it midway through.
Imagine someone stopping It Happened In Monterrey. That person would have all
the soul of Moyles.
The Avalanches/Since I Left You
Obviously best taken in one gulp because it's a
seamless mix, Since I Left You also knows the value of sequencing, the cranking
thrills of Flight Tonight, Close To You and Diners Only exploding into A
Different Feeling. Elsewhere it's a voyage through the tropics and the skittish
imagination of some gifted, one-shot Australian boys.
Spank Rock/YoYoYoYoYo East Baltimore/Philly party geniuses go in hard from the start and don't let up
at any point. A rap/dance/electro record without a single wasted second, it
doesn't require sustained listening, but it does demand it. Dirty, in all the
best senses of the word.
KILLER/FILLER
Kanye West/The College Dropout
Lovely chip on your shoulder there, Kanye, but does
it really require a dozen skits to emphasise? They trip the impetus of all
those finely crafted, sped-up-soul-sample, hook-sprinkled beauties. That goes
for the rest of you too, hip hop albums.
Bob Dylan/New Morning
Bucolic, touching reflections on family life and
love, uplifting country tunes and oddly fitting gospel backing singers (some of
whom Bob was, of course, knocking off). It also provides the soundtrack for The
Dude's psychedelic bowling alley trip in The Big Lebowski, and you can't argue
with that sort of accolade. The problem is, halfway through, you get If Dogs
Run Free. A wandering, pointless ditty, pretty bad in itself, but rendered unlistenable
when the scooby-doo scat singing starts
in the background. Like walking through a beautiful field of corn with your
best girl, and twatting your foot on a rock halfway through.
The Beatles/Any Beatles Album You can always drop at least one song. Always. Whether it’s a Ringo nursery
rhyme, an exhausting George sitarathon or a Paul/John twee beast. And they're
the most important albums in rock music history. Which demonstrates how hard it
is to achieve the perfect record - and the rather pointless nature of this
category.
FILLER WITH A LURKING KILLER
Paul Simon/One Trick Pony Oh dear. When you listen to Paul's Best Ofs you think whatever album Late In
The Evening came from must be pretty special. But then you listen to it. It's
the Paul-written soundtrack to a Paul-written film about a man who may or may
not be Paul but is Paul who is struggling because of his musical principles (man)
and his boss, who is surely played by Rip Torn. And the album's not pretty
special, it turns out. Not pretty special at all. Oh well. What doesn't kill
you makes you stronger. Ricky Gervais did a second series of Extras. Paul did
not make a sequel to Late In The Evening.
Jamiroquai/Emergency On Planet Earth
When You Gonna Learn? is a wildly exciting debut
single, cherrypicking the best of acid jazz and 1970s Wondery funk and crazying
it up with didgeridoo. The rest of the album is doobie-dooden-doo indulgent
slop with all the questing groovy soul of Ed Miliband.
Extreme/Pornograffiti
OK, More Than Words may not be to your taste.
But 20 years on, the thought of all those power ballad fans rushing out to buy
the album, only to discover a funk-metal horrorshow filled with unpleasant
guitar wanking from the ludicrous Nuno Bettencourt, is still hilarious. Or
perhaps that only happened at Shabby's school.
I think only a fool would listen to 'singles' from The Mars Volta's Frances The Mute - the singles were edited too much as it was and feel weird on their own. The last two songs' movements all blend into one another as well, so they'd cut off odd (like The Avalanches f'rex) and the concept is totally destroyed when out of context. Oh prog. How I love thee.
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