Just one? Fucking hell.
Stone Roses - The Stone Roses.
A fucking belter bookended by two epic songs, a seminal record that stands up for that time and place in British music history and spawned my personal obsession with other bands that capture that sound and more importantly that spirit. At its finest points, it's dizzy euphoria, it's shameless optimism, it's love and it's life. It's one of the few albums I can listen to from start to finish while I'm doing something, then let it loop and play again without feeling like putting something else on for a change. Why the hell would I want a change from The Stone Roses?? The other sign of a great album - for me - is that I can never quite decide which is my favourite song. Today, it's This Is The One. That will change. Hearing them perform all the best-loved songs from this album live at Heaton Park in their first gig in Britain for nearly 20 years sent a fucking shiver down my spine. Amazing.