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Rolling Stones Magazine has released the top 500 albums of all times.

I'm rather disturbed that I don't own any of the top 200. Of the rest, I own four.

207. Ten, Pearl Jam
278. The Immaculate Collection, Madonna
327. Jagged Little Pill, Alanis Morissette
472. Hysteria, Def Leppard

Hmm, I think I need to do some music shopping.

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mijbril
Nov. 27th, 2003 03:49 am (UTC)
Can't say I agree with that 500, but here's mine on that list.
33. Ramones, Ramones
43. The Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd
167. Master of Puppets, Metallica
216. The Queen Is Dead, The Smiths
219. Loveless, My Bloody Valentine
252. Metallica, Metallica
268. Psycho Candy, The Jesus and Mary Chain
295. Meat Is Murder, The Smiths
303. Grace, Jeff Buckley
326. Disintegration, The Cure
341. Play, Moby
361. Substance, New Order
365. Louder Than Bombs, The Smiths
399. Californication, Red Hot Chili Peppers
angie78
Nov. 27th, 2003 05:37 am (UTC)
I had Hysteria by Def leppard too...actaully I think it's not bad!!!! ;)
Did not go through the wholsd list though..attention span matches that of a guppy I am afraid!!!

paradigmshifty
Nov. 28th, 2003 04:23 am (UTC)
I was going to list mine, but when I hit 10 out of the first 20 I thought better of it.

You don't have *any* Beatles albums??? Sometimes I forget how much older than you I am...
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