The Pixies- Doolittle (1989)

This is undoubtedly the most obvious Pixies album to blog, but it was a massive part of the soundtrack to my uni years when I played it incessantly and, let us be honest, while the other Pixies albums are awesome they can’t possibly match this album for its sheer number of killed tracks, with that loud-quiet-loud dynamism so famously nicked by Nirvana, the gloriously night sense lyrics and the alternating gender vocals.

It’s not just the obvious songs, though- “Debaser”; “Here Comes Your Man”; “Gouge Away” and “Monkey Gone to Heaven”, which Mrs Llamastrangler may or may not have caught me singing along to; the whole damn thirty-nine minutes consists of killer tracks that grab you and don’t let go. Plus there’s something about the production and the wild yet structured sound that is compellingly addictive. A truly awesome album.

Also, any song about “Un Chien Andalou” has to be worshipped.