Depeche Mode - Violator
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Depeche Mode – Violator

Violator is where Depeche Mode stopped being a great synth-pop band and became something much bigger. It’s not just the sound of a group refining their craft—it’s the sound of them reimagining what they could be.

Don Henley - The End of the Innocence (1989)
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Don Henley – The End of the Innocence

This is Henley as the weathered oracle—part cynic, part romantic, and all-too-aware of what American dreams look like after the shine fades. It’s a record haunted by Reagan-era disillusionment, and Henley wears his discontent like a well-fitted blazer.

Nirvana - Bleach (1989)
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Nirvana – Bleach

Bleach is Nirvana before the polish, before MTV, before history carved them into a monument. It’s raw, murky, and fed on cheap beer and borrowed gear. Cobain’s growl hasn’t yet learned to be iconic—it’s just pissed. And that’s the point.

Aerosmith - Permanent Vacation (1987)
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Aerosmith – Permanent Vacation

Permanent Vacation is Aerosmith’s glam-slick comeback: a high-gloss, horn-laced, radio-seducing ride that saves the sleaze and polishes the swagger. It’s wild, shameless, and loud—the sound of a band kicking down its own grave marker.

Def Leppard - Hysteria (1987)
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Def Leppard – Hysteria

Hysteria turns hard rock into a plastic spaceship, gliding on hooks, gloss, and ambition. It’s weirdly perfect—overproduced, overwrought, and unforgettable. Def Leppard didn’t just chase chart success; they built an empire on echo.

Heart – Bad Animals (1987)
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Heart – Bad Animals

Heart’s Bad Animals is pure 80s rock spectacle—soaring vocals, massive hooks, and polished production. Ann Wilson’s voice fuels power ballads like Alone, proving Heart could dominate arenas with raw emotion and unapologetic grandeur.

Bon Jovi - Slippery When Wet (1986)
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Bon Jovi – Slippery When Wet

Bon Jovi – Slippery When Wet There are albums that beg for depth, and there are albums that rev the engine, toss the keys in your lap, and dare you to floor it. Slippery When Wet does the latter—loud, shiny, and soaked in hair spray and ego. It’s pop-metal as neon gospel, built on anthems…