A jittering little slice of back-to-basics rock 'n' roll that sounds a few million miles away from Kick Out the Jams

Blues as it was meant to be played: Loud, apocalyptic, paranoid, and fun as hell. The Wolf's voice could boil water.

Classical composition for non-snobs, this is some of the most unrealistically beautiful music ever created.

Deep, pounding, sweaty ferocity, with rhythms that'll bring back your dead goldfish. Even if you've never owned a goldfish.

One of the most gut-punching electric blues LPs ever assembled.

The 'Stones of the punk era.

The legendary rocker makes his final stand in Germany. It's amazing that the audience (and his piano) were able to survive the onslaught.

If Deep Throat had been an art film, this would have been the soundtrack.

The 'Stones in the punk era.

Feedbacking psychedelic garage-punk, fired off with hundred-megaton abandon to a rapt audience of Swedes.

The rapping is so exciting you won't be able to contain yourself. The production turns sampling into an art.

Blues, psychedlia, punk, folk, Zappa-esque insanity, and whatever else the good cap'n could get his hands on. The man's voice could make steam condense.

Seeing as how Scott Walker greatly admired this man, it seems fitting to point out that the music on this album is pop music elevated to the level of sheer drama, and sung by one of the most unselfconciously stunning vocalists ever.

Rock as it was meant to be: Stupid. Wonderfully, wonderfully stupid.

And if you think the cover's awesome, wait 'til you hear "Johnny B. Goode!"

Desolate synth-post-punk. "Ghosts" is one of the most addictive songs ever penned.

If the Velevet Underground and the Smiths merged...

Nervous, funky, and smart.

A collection of dizzying, post-psychedlic pop soundscapes, with a voice that bulges with eroticism.

I'm nothing if not an obscurist.