The two hundred and twenty-seventh album: Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story

It's weird how an opening can affect your opinion of the rest of the album. The titular track that opens the album is explicitly racist and quite sexist, a combination that felt apparent just listening to it and just put me off of what was a decent rock song initially. It made me look at the entire thing with some suspicion, an uphill battle the album didn't seem up to. I have to admit that Rod Stewart's vocals add to my discomfort. While they're fine for the harder rock numbers, the strained, hoarse vocals don't suit the ballads and more sensitive numbers he seems fond off and while it'd make sense to include one or two in there, this album uses them too much. Because of that, there are flashes of good songs, but I'm not sure the entire album works as well.