Over on Uncle Wheaty’s Uncut magazine “200 Greatest Albums of All Time” thread, people are getting hot under the collar re. the pointlessness (or otherwise) of lists in general.
But without lists the music magazine industry (certainly the Dad Rock arm) would grind to a halt. No matter how much we may snort with derision when another yawn-inducing inventory pops up, we all secretly enjoy reading them and feel smug when our favourites are right up there with a bullet, or feign indifference when something we wouldn’t give house-room to is showered with plaudits.
Now read on…