Why in God’s name is stuff like Hounds of Love below rubbish like Jagged Little Pill? And for God’s sake, were these people on substances when making this? It’s so scattered. It’s not even like you can TELL it’s got a certain edge (like Q and Pitchfork do)… Not that I like that kind of sway anyway.
And no London Suede? Aren’t they a bloody requirement for a best of list?