I’m just gonna throw this out there, but the best record of the ’80s wasn’t Thriller, Purple Rain, Born in the USA, or the Joshua Tree. It wasn’t Paul’s Boutique, Nation of Millions, Double Nickles, Master of Puppets, or Violent Femmes.
Those are all great records, don’t get me wrong. I like them just fine. But it wasn’t any of those.
It was Appetite For Destruction. Deep down, you know this is true. Don’t let the bad memories of cheap vodka and stonewashed denim cloud your judgment.