This shining-up of the Sgt. Pepper grail is gorgeous. [No. 144, p.51]

It's a treasure trove of listening pleasure. [No. 94, p.51]

The music is a 10; the curating, something rather less. [No. 115, p.51]

At the remove of three decades, this album remains as fresh and unconventional as the day the songs were first committed to tape. [No. 147, p.60]

A 65-track, six-CD boxed set featuring several mixes of 1969's studio album, live recordings from San Francisco's Matrix and a disc of VU's never-released fourth album.... This disc is worth the price of admission. [No. 116, p.51]

A ground-breaking debut, an original game-changer, a true, flawless, 24-carat triumph. [No. 94, p.60]

Sound System could well be a life changer, containing, as it does, the collected works of hands-down the greatest rock 'n' roll outfit the UK has produced in the last four decades. [No.102, p.51]

The most trad of Williams trad-rock classics, as instantly recognizable as Sgt. Pepper. [No. 106, p.60]

While the album justifies the lavish bonuses, if you get caught up in the myth, you might miss what a weird, wild work it is. Beyond all the beautiful sadness, there's joyful nonsense, a noisy screed against the GOP and the most unabashedly erotic song R.E.M. had released up to that point. [No. 149, p.60]

These recordings are the sound of a man back in the game and ready to pounce. [No. 100, p.52]

This portable section of the Library of Congress plays as well as it reads. [No. 104, p.56]

[A] lovingly curated set. [No. 119, p.57]

This remains the Gallagher brothers' finest hour, and one of the great debuts of the last 20 years. [No. 109, p.57]

This collection wraps its three decades' worth of maudlin magic in one neat black bow. [No.142, p.51]

Gentlemen could be the best album of the alternative era, and the new deluxe double-disc reissue loaded with demos, b-sides and rarities just confirms out opinion. [No. 116, p.53]

No, we haven't heard this Cave before, and though magnetic, emotive and tenderly merciful, one prays for his sake that we never hear it again. [No. 137, p.51]

Some of the most compelling, essential rock music of the era, period. [No.90, p.61]

A gravity-defying 23-minute take of "My Favorite Things" shows how far Coltrane had come in such a short time. [No. 116, p.57]

No one made damnation as appealing as Ira and Charlie Louvin. [No. 82, p. 57]

Cinema finds Czukay ins subtle freeform space-jazz jam mode without ever being tasteless or proggy. [No. 150, p.51]

A classic totem of those times, given just enough new life to merit a repurchase for original fans, and an exploration for those who weren't there. [No. 142, p.60]

It's all here - all seven studio albums, which, despite the hype, remain truly fantastic. [No.91, p.54]

This lavishly packaged box, comprising either 12 CDs or 13 LPs, observes Bowie's blossoming into a chameleon, ready to shed personae and styles the minute they strangle his artists needs. [No. 136, p.52]

The whole bloody history of England's greatest cult act unfolds, rendering obscurity ultimately noble and rewarding. [No. 118, p.61]

Orphans plays less like a career capstone than Waits' one-man Library of Congress field-recording project. [#74, p.93]

Through the dark, Cohen smartly questions everything from the prickly possibilities of future romance to, quite possibly, the sacred Zen Buddhist religion where he once solidly and stoically placed his faith. [No. 138, p.51]

Including essential ’70s albums like Zuckerzeit, Sowiesoso and two classic Eno collaborations, this killer collection shows Cluster refining its minimalist, electro-acoustic, programmed, studio-pop improvisations in urban and rural environs. [No. 131, p.53]

It's what the British Invasion might've sounded like had it come after punk rock. [#58, p.109]