After neck-to-nutting The Doors discography in chronological order I was like 'what is up with The Soft Parade?' It might not be the best Doors album - but it definitely has the most personality - the sound of the biggest band in America having a temper tantrum in real time.

Roky Erickson barely survived the 1960s - lost his mind during the 1970s - and still somehow managed to release his most awesome LP in 1981. The Evil One is a treasure chest of deep tracks about fictional ghouls and demons that might actually be reality to Roky. We also welcome Bemba and Bana to the crew.

Fifteen track gift from Analog Africa proving that you can't spell Funaná without F-U-N. Bemba Restrepo's discovery on the shores of São Nicolau adds an extra jolt of weirdness to the traditional sounds of Cabo Verde.

Keystone Berkeley ran live music shows for twelve years and also served as a favorite hangout spot for rockers living in the Bay Area. Merl Saunders and Jerry Garcia were two of those  - and had been ripping it up together regularly for a year and a half when they decided to record their action to tape. Live at Keystone was the result and is a real-time capture of a musical friendship between two fat guys at peak electric output.

Gelli Haha is a new act and it is my job as Mr. Cool music show host to alert you of her existence. Switcheroo is fun-ass dance music - slammers about Italian desserts and pissing in glass jars that sound more like little electric kisses than songs.

I love Bleached tremendously - so it's on a curve when I say Welcome the Worms is one of the better no-fuss rock records of the past decade - a controlled frenzy of catchy songs made by an instantly-likable band. Also - the Canseco Twins find themselves on a path to fantasy fulfillment - turns out that fantasy is only four blocks away.

Before Daft Punk got the robot sex change operations and became the sound of global gloss there was Homework - the self-financed and home-recorded debut. And it's fantastic.

While not the most coveted 'Mats LP - Hootenanny is the one that got them out of the icy Jesse Ventura-ness of their beloved Minnesota - and on the road to alt-rock knighthood. This is where Paul Westerberg began to fully embrace the joys of socially ergonomic songwriting...sometimes.

Here we are blessed with a baker's dozen of Anatolian-flavored funk nuggets via the side project of a Swedish film and television composer.

The eponymous third aka Grey Album from 1969 began the second half of the VU's run - the forgotten half - when they were an actual touring rock and roll band trying to pop big. No Warhol, no New York City and no John Cale. A deep track dynamo without the literal AND figurative feedback of the past. Lou's older brother Roy shows up though.