The Doors "The Doors" [1967]

Just because everyone was zoned out on bad grass in the 60s doesn't remotely excuse this hollow mix of brain-dead blues riffs and obnoxious calliope organ, fronted by surf-dick phony shaman Jim Morrison. Like most counterfeit holy men, Morrison was little more than a big sex and drug moocher, and his unapologetic facade (which eventually would've landed him in the pokey had he not chicken-shitted himself into European exile) directed legions of lazy stoner draft-dodgers headfirst into a world of grotesque drunken debauchery it would take a decade to recover from, if they ever did recover. Elvis' retreat into the Army and the Hollywood film studios doesn't seem like quite such an atrocious idea in retrospect (though he still suffered from the same soul-crushing egocentrism as Morrison, but without the shitty organ accompaniment). Gauche musical patterns as ridiculous as everyone's clothes who attended parties where they played "The Doors" on the hi-fi negatively stigmatized the era like nothing else aside from the Vietnam War, though after listening to this record again, I'd have to consider it a tie.