#603 - Jackson Browne, Jackson Browne

"Released in 1972, Browne's debut album had all the markings of the definitive L.A. songwriter's understated brilliance already in place, revealing a talent that seemed to arrive fully formed. While "Doctor My Eyes" is not his biggest hit, it remains one of his finest songs, and it sits here among a set of characteristically straightforward, insightful pieces." (real music guide)

#602 - We're Only In It For The Money, Frank Zappa

"From the beginning, Frank Zappa cultivated a role as voice of the freaks -- imaginative outsiders who didn't fit comfortably into any group. We're Only in It for the Money is the ultimate expression of that sensibility, a satirical masterpiece that simultaneously skewered the hippies and the straights as prisoners of the same narrow-minded, superficial phoniness." (allmusic guide)

#601 - When I Was A Boy, Jane Siberry

"This is a very personal, introspective album, its intimate textures consistent with the ambient work that production collaborators Brian Eno and Michael Brook are well known for. Even average Siberry is still better than most of what gets foisted on the public as female vocalist pop these days." (allmusic guide)


#600 - Couldn't Stand The Weather, Stevie Ray Vaughan

"Stevie Ray Vaughan's second album, Couldn't Stand the Weather, pretty much did everything a second album should do: it confirmed that the acclaimed debut was no fluke, while matching, if not bettering, the sales of its predecessor, thereby cementing Vaughan's status as a giant of modern blues." (allmusic guide)

#599 - Closer, Joy Division

"Joy Division was at the height of their powers on Closer, equaling and arguably bettering the astonishing Unknown Pleasures, that's how accomplished the four members were. Rock, however defined, rarely seems and sounds so important, so vital, and so impossible to resist or ignore as here." (allmusic guide)


#598 - The Who By Numbers, The Who

"Generally considered one of the band's more underwhelming releases. Features some of the most self-loathing lyrics Pete Townshend ever wrote, which provided an early glimpse of the navel-gazing direction his solo wanderings would eventually take. Also includes the extremely weird semi-hit, "Squeeze Box," which is almost as depressing as Chuck Berry's "My Ding A Ling."" (real music guide)