By the fifth Loud Family LP, noise subsides into nuance.

While clearly battered by the machinery of the music industry, the spark that burns through all of Johnson’s work remains with us, as clearly articulated in NakedSelf as in any of The The’s albums and now as vital as it ever was.

Coldplay would never again record an album quite as humble and charming as Parachutes.

Maiden would have had a coup just coming up with a killer album after a dismal decade of diminished returns. Instead, they were the first sign of metal’s phoenix-like rebirth.

A tribute to combined action in music, multiplying outwards from era to era and street corner to street corner like so many loaves and fishes.

The Room, Budd’s only album for Atlantic, represents a new beginning for his career—though he’s threatened to make every ensuing album his last.

Not the best Sonic Youth album, but it’s hardly a disaster.

As Harvey's sound drifted to different dark and unusual corners, Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea has felt more like an outlier in her career.

Oops!... I Did It Again came at a time when we were all much more innocent.

Supreme Clientele quintessentially embodies the spirit of hip-hop’s boundless possibilities.