Your Brother Should Know

In our debut outing, Rob attempts to persuade Dave that, while it was released in 1989, the Pixies’ Doolittle is the greatest album of the 90s … and Dave is only 53% convinced.

In episode two, Dave wanders down a long dark night of the soul to present Disintegration by The Cure, an epic of despair and depression that Rob thankfully doesn’t have time for (anymore).

As Daft Punk’s party-starting throwback Random Access Memories turns 10, in episode 3, Rob gets all misty-eyed about attempting to “Get Lucky” on the dancefloor – and almost convinces Dave the album’s epic indulgences hold up a decade later.

For our fourth soul-searching summit, Dave flirts with his inner prog stan, riskily sharing the overblown opus of Supertramp’s breakthrough Crime of the Century – was not knowing it Rob’s crime of the millennium?

Is This It? It sure is – in episode 5, the brothers discuss this millennium’s most influential guitar album, two days after Rob caught The Strokes in concert. Was Dave converted by the ridiculously over-hyped record, and how do the band measure up live today?

Oo er – this is problematic … or is it? In episode six, Dave (un?)wisely revisits The Stranglers’ debut outing Rattus Norvegicus, which presents far more issues in 2023 than its silly name…

Rob was one of the zillions who found solace in Fiona Apple's DIY masterpiece during the pandemic, but Dave says he'd rather listen to Ed Sheeran...

Dave spent two summers in a campervan sobbing himself to sleep to the sound of Tori Amos' introspective third album. Rob only knows the one from a Gregg's commercial ... which he learns is all about big dicks, not sandwiches.

In the wake of the Hackney Diamonds hype, Rob remains convinced that it's 2005 predecessor is truly the Stones' final masterpiece. Meanwhile, a sceptical Dave posists the unlikely argument that A Bigger Bang is, in fact, a concept album ...

As YBSK turns 10, Dave gets all misty eyed over the first band he was into that hadn't spilt-up or died. Can he convince Rob that this thick slice of his personal history hasn't gone stale? And what was ruddy “crusty rock”, anyway?