Music: Could you make it with Frankenstein?

How many albums have you heard where you dig every track?

In college I had this theory that there were two kinds of music fans in the world: those who can lists dozens of albums and those who can only list one or two. The theory went on to make the further claim that anybody who had more than one or two albums wasn't really a music fan. They were too promiscuous. Like people who are always falling in love, they love widely but not deeply.

Of course, I was one of those folks who could only name one or two albums.

The theory is obviously the sort of nonsense only a college radio DJ jackass would make up, perhaps under the influence of some psychoreactive substance. Like all theories that end with conclusion that the person creating the theory is superior – Objectivism, Hegel's theory of history, Nazi racial theories, the ideology of Cobra – it's correlation to reality is highly suspect.

Though I no longer believe it tells you anything essential about anybody, I still sometimes ask folks, just out of curiosity, to name those albums that are all killer and no filler for them. Of late, as often as not, I get the response, "Who still listens to albums?" What would the self-righteous music-geek that I was have ever done in the age of iTunes?

But, if you still actually conceive of music as coming out in meaningful clusters called "albums," what albums do you have where you love each and every track? Let me know in the comments.

I bring this up because I still only have two (maybe three, depending on how you count it) and one of them is the source of today's first song: The New York Doll's self-titled debut album, home of the track "Frankenstein."

Here's some live footage of the boys at work:



As a bonus for all you loyal Screamers and Screamettes out there: Feel the mighty power of the key-tar as it wha-whau-whooos it's majestic way over the chunky riffs of "Frankenstein" by the Edgar Winter Group.