Metallica's "Master of Puppets" still sounds frightfully, delightfully heavy. It's 20 years old. But I must have played it after 200 years and that fat thrash riff that follows the quiet intro to "Battery" gave me a most severe adrenalin rush. I was in such a state of rage that I knew I simply had to reach for another Godiva truffle to calm me down. And I did.
Led Zeppelin's "III" has always occupied, in my mind, a (slightly) higher place than I, II, IV and everything else they ever recorded. It's the sound of a band cooling down. It's the sound of a band sitting under a tree and writing music for you and me and the fishes and the flowers. It's the sound of a band firmly connected to their roots.