1995, I thought you were a mere lead-up to the excitement of 1996, but turns out you are one of the most difficult years to narrow down to just fifteen songs yet. In the end, I had to go with the songs I still absolutely love, while regrettably leaving out a few nostalgic favorites. Sorry, “Gangsta’s Paradise.”
Sometimes a lady needs to dance around like a fool, possibly in her underpants and almost definitely while singing into any vaguely microphone-shaped object she can find.
A mashup album combining David Bowie’s great glam manifesto with incredible hip-hop? Now this one caught me TOTALLY off guard.