The best rock album of our generation is Third Eye Blind’s self-titled debut album. I’ll admit that Stephen Jenkins is not a great singer. He’s not even a great songwriter. But everything comes together organically in one of the only rock albums where there is no filler material, where every song is worthy (can’t say the same about The Killers debut album). Even the ordering of the tracks is well thought out, putting you through a little emotional roller coaster ride of loneliness and heartbreak. And the most brilliant thing about the album is the two best songs were not put on the radio (Motorcycle Drive By, God of Wine).