The one hundred thirty-fourth album: #134 The Beatles - White Album
Where the Beatles' previous albums consisted of good songs, there's something more self aware about the White Album. There are self aware references like in Glass Onion, but even something like Dear Prudence seem more aimed at their own circumstances than before, delving deeper than they might have done before. And Revolution 9 is just... out there. Of course, that's not universal, and Ob-La-Di is closer to the original type of songs, but the lyrics and wait it's sung feels like it mocks what they did before, a feeling I get from more songs.
What all of this leads to is that the songs have become more complex, more so than any of the other eras, and can feel layered in their meaning, the lyrics and music, in a way that I feel isn't that common. There are simpler songs to break the tedium, but there's something to find in there, and even if it feels quite disparate rather than a cohesive whole, the individual parts are good enough by themselves to make this be a good album. Its incoherency, in part thanks to the troubled history making this, feels like it holds the album back from being great - too much filler because everyone wanted to do their bit.