Ozzy finally sounds fully reenergized on this, Zakk Wylde immediately makes his presence felt, the songs hit harder than they had in years, and while it's not quite an all-time Ozzy classic, it's easily his strongest album since 1983 because the guy is just a goat.
Best: Miracle Man, Crazy Babies
Worst: Nothing terrible, but Demon Alcohol doesn't stick with me as much as the highlights.
Randy Rhoads somehow turns an already-classic Ozzy setlist into one of the greatest live albums ever recorded, with playing so absurdly good that the only real flaw is that it reminds you we never got to hear what he would've done next.
Best: Mr. Crowley, Suicide Solution, Flying High Again
Worst: Randy dying way too young.
This feels like Ozzy chasing slick radio-metal trends instead of doing what made him great, and while it's not completely awful, the flat performances and samey songwriting make it one of his more forgettable albums.
Best: Shot in the Dark
Worst: Never Know Why, Fool Like You
This proves Ozzy could survive after Randy Rhoads, but while Jake E. Lee shreds hard and keeps the riffs coming, the album feels like a step down in personality and ambition, trading genius for a really solid dose of straightforward '80s metal.
Best: Bark at the Moon, Rock 'n' Roll Rebel
Worst: So Tired
This is Ozzy at his most unhinged and Randy Rhoads at his most godlike, and while I barely remember parts of the second half, the title track alone is enough to drag this album into greatness and remind me how badly rock music was robbed when Randy died so young.
Best: Diary of a Madman, Over the Mountain, Flying High Again
Worst: Tonight
This album is basically a bunch of really good funk songs and also like 25 extra minutes of Childish Gambino vibing a little too hard, but man that first half is insanely groovy and the best songs alone almost make me forgive the bloated back half
Best: Redbone, Me and Your Mama, Zombies
Worst: Baby Boy, California
Khalid really made an EP where the biggest emotion I felt was “damn, I wish this was a little better” while floating through 30 minutes of pleasantly numb background vibes that never fully crash nor fully hit, like the musical equivalent of staring at LED lights in a dorm room at 2am.
Best: Better, Saturday Nights
Worst: Motion, Why Don’t You Come On
This is the definition of a bloated-but-fun album where the highs absolutely rip, but there’s so much generic filler that by the end I’m more exhausted than impressed
Every single track on this thing sounds like Joe Walsh accidentally stumbled into making one of the coolest, loosest, most effortlessly fun rock albums of the ‘70s, and somehow there genuinely isn’t a weak song here.
Best: Rocky Mountain Way, Meadows, Dreams
Worst: there honestly aren’t any, which feels annoying to admit for an album this laid back
“Kill kill kill the poor” might genuinely be one of the hardest opening punches ever because this thing is just 35 minutes of razor-sharp, funny as hell, insanely catchy punk perfection where even if you somehow hate it you absolutely will not be bored for a single second
Best: Kill the Poor, California Über Alles, Holiday in Cambodia
Worst: Viva Las Vegas
This is the album that basically rewired my brain as a teenager and still sounds like the exact blueprint for everything I want out of music, warm, messy, nostalgic, heartbreaking, fun as hell, and so genuinely perfect that I’ve played it front-to-back a million times without ever getting tired of it.
Best: A Praise Chorus, The Middle, Sweetness
Worst: literally don’t embarrass yourself by asking me to pick one
This somehow opens with two genuinely great songs and an all-timer before slowly turning into 35 minutes of pleasantly glossy background noise about being in love, but at least it knows to clock out before I completely stop caring.
Best: When It’s Over, Answer the Phone, Words to Me
Worst: 10 Seconds Down, Under the Sun
Why did the Devil May Cry adaptation have to be such a butchered mess while simultaneously giving me one of the hardest tracks of 2026, because this shit is insanely heavy, the Hanumankind feature actually works, and after the boring-ass Wake Up Calling this genuinely feels like Papa Roach remembering how to make a banger again.
Every lame late-90s post-grunge band somehow had exactly one undeniable banger and for this it’s the one you all know, while the rest is polished mall-rock filler that’s too poppy to hit hard and too “punk” to be catchy enough to fully work.
Best: My Own Worst Enemy
Worst: Miserable, Zip-Lock
I once listened to this in class expecting a 2-hour endurance test and instead got steamrolled by this massive, messy, pretentious, genuinely amazing blob of grungy hardness and weird Broadway-musical-ass alt rock that somehow swings between catastrophically awful and transcendent every five minutes yet still completely works by the end.
Best: 1979, Tonight, Tonight
Worst: We Only Come Out at Night, probably like 4 other songs I forgot instantly because this thing is TWO HOURS LONG
This feels like a slightly midder Golden Hour where Kacey Musgraves trades cosmic polish for dusty liminal-country introspection with some genuinely profound songwriting and warm Texas/Tejano textures, even if a few tracks get a little too vague and overwrought trying to sell the aesthetic.
Best: Middle of Nowhere, Dry Spell, I Believe in Ghosts, Loneliest Girl
Worst: Horses and Divorces, Uncertain, TX
This feels like Death Grips, Danny Brown, and Machine Girl got locked in a grimy New York basement rave together and somehow made one of the most exhilarating, chaotic, weirdly nutritious albums I’ve heard in a minute, this thing throws underground rap, rage, dance-punk and total sensory overload into a blender and I genuinely think it might grow on me even more with time.
Best: It’s The Magic, Milky Max, The Heart
Worst: my future tinnitus lawsuit against Lip Critic
Tori Amos really came back swinging on this, it’s a little too long and Fanny Faudrey drags a bit, but the songwriting is some of her most inspired work in years and genuinely made me think “dear god please never let this woman retire.”
Best: Shush, 23 Peaks, Blue Lotus, In Times of Dragons, Song of Sorrow
Worst: Fanny Faudrey
“Panic stopped being good when Ryan Ross left” and nobody bats an eye, but the second I say this was actually the last good Panic! At The Disco era before the Musical Theatre Imagine Dragons transformation fully consumed them, society calls me crazy; I used to love this album until I grew up and realized it’s frontloaded as hell, but those melodramatic emo-kid lyrics still hit me like a truck even while the back half slowly turns into wallpaper and a couple songs actively ... read more
This is the kind of scrappy, messy hardcore record I can’t fully defend but still kept replaying because the rough dynamics and genuinely catchy moments make it feel way more alive than a lot of “better” albums.