I found myself spinning the albums of my childhood—literally, in my hands and through a player—when I realized something surprising: a huge chunk of my early favorites came out in 1991. The original plan was to make a YouTube video about the very first albums I ever owned. One angle would’ve taken me straight into the late‑’80s with Scorpions and Iron Maiden. Another would’ve traced the records I borrowed from the library as a kid—or, to be honest, the ones I didn’t even borrow but listened to at those magical library listening booths. That lineup would have included things like Pet Shop Boys’ Introspective , Madonna’s Like a Prayer , and Black Sabbath’s Sabbath Bloody Sabbath . Back then, anything that resonated even a little bit had a way of lodging itself permanently into my brain. If something hit, it really hit—had to hear more, had to hear everything . Looking back, I actually made some pretty solid picks from the Vilppula library shelves. I’m sure the album covers played their ...
