100. Pixies – Doolittle. It’s time for the 100 best albums I have ever listened to, in no particular order. And clocking in at number 100, it’s the Pixies. What can I say, wow.
This is one of the few albums that blew my mind. I mean, it absolutely left me speechless. From the opening of “Debaser” to the closing og “Gouge Away” I was absolutely riveted. When it was finished I got up, walked over to the CD-player, and pressed play to hear it again. Almost as good the second time around. Absolutely fantastic and unforgettable.
For me it is a masterpiece, not only from the lyrics – which allows me to namedrop Salvador Dali and pals – or the bass, or the guitar, or even just the noise. It is a tapestry of sound that predates grunge by so many years it’s not even funny. Black Francis doesn’t sound like any other singer, the music isn’t complicated, which doesn’t mean it can’t be complex and interwoven.
It contains one of my absolute favorite songs of all time – No. 13 Baby (what, you thought “Here Comes Your Man”?) – and for all lovers of not-so-mainstream this is an absolute treat of structured insanity. Listen to the lyrics, then listen to the bass, then listen to the guitar, then listen to it all. Perfection.
All in all it is one of the most exciting experiences I have ever had, and I can recommend this album to all others, even if you just get one fifth of what I got from it. At number 100, “Doolittle” by the Pixies.
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