Some albums really can change the world, and in 1989 this was one of them. The psychedlic dance extravaganza that was the Stone Roses ushered in the era of Madchester, baggy trousers, Kangols, and the Hacienda. From the magnificent protracted opening of I Wanna be Adored (where, for once, the arrogance wasn't overdone) to the dying seconds of I Am the Resurrection, every note was perfect. John Squire's guitarwork was a thing of magic, a new hero for a new age, Ian Brown sang with gusto, and the rhythm section had paid attention during the second summer of love.