Let's rank Doors albums, shall we? Studio albums only, because most live albums are a sham anyway. And if you want to come in here with that "man, you must be 13 years old if you still like teh doors lol" bullshit, just log off right now.
I mean, this much is obvious right? There isn't a bad song here, although to be honest "Take It As It Comes" and "I Looked At You" sound a bit out of place to my ears. Such a great mix of really tuneful pop and dark shit.
Catch me on the right day, and I would actually listen to this instead of the debut LP. The Doors were processing into much more of a blues-based rock band on this album, but don't overlook the softer tracks. "Indian Summer" is gorgeous, as is "Blue Sunday." And yup, "Roadhouse Blues" is greasy, sleazy fun.
The first Doors album I really fell in love with. The juxtaposition of a stark anti-war rock tune ("The Unknown Soldier") and a frigging pop waltz ("Wintertime Love") still melts my brain. "Five to One" is one of the best album closers of all-time.
Suffers mainly because it was the followup to one of the greatest debut albums ever, but there is some weakness here. I mean, screw "Horse Latitudes." "When the Music's Over" is cool, but goes on way too long and is clearly an attempt to recapture the magic of "The End." Still, any album with songs like "Moonlight Drive" and "You're Lost Little Girl" is worth owning.
The Doors veered a little too hard into blues on this album, and it was clear that Jim Morrison was losing his admittedly tenuous grip on reality. But the songs that click, like "Love Her Madly" or "L.A. Woman," showed that had Jim not died the group could've stayed relevant into the 1970s.
Even though this is the last Morrison-era studio album on this list, I really do like it. Yeah they wimped out a bit but even the slight songs like "Runnin' Blue" or "Wishful Sinful" are not without their charms. I mean, they're better than a lot of the songs on The White Album or Let It Be and people gush over that self-indulgent mess.
If you could shut off Ray Manzarek's vocals (along with those skid mark lyrics) these would be passable instrumental albums from a trio of really talented musicians. Alas, we have to deal with crap like "The Mosquito" and "I'm Horny, I'm Stoned" instead. I bet Ray, John, and Robby cursed Jim Morrison for years for fucking up a good thing by dying like a selfish bastard.