The three hundred and thirty-fifth album: #335 Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run

It's hard to resist the urge to dismiss this as the rock of a previous generation - it does what it sets out to do, but it doesn't exactly give me more than my dad's rock. I'm sure that it's down to everything that came later, but with hard rock and punk coming in, this album feels smaller and simpler. It sets out the core of its rock sound, doesn't vary, and it's a good base to listen to. I can't get excited about any of it, but it sends out what it wants to do well enough.