Ipods have lead to a regression to the mean... in the 50s-60s music came out in singles and albums were merely a collection of singles or a few singles with a bunch of filler. The Beatles, Bob Dylan, the Who and others all started to change this in the late 60's by making entire albums to be listened to as a piece. Granted, Sgt. Pepper and Tommy were both confused failures, they were at least trying to overcome the limits of the music industry.
Long before I got into metal I was concerned about getting ALBUMS to which I could listen. Poorly organized wrecks like Tommy and Blizzard Beasts still disgust me and I cannot understand why you'd want to listen to Det Som Engang Var and not keep going through to the last note of Tomhet.
I still have numerous singles on my computer (hey, sometimes one just needs to hear Manic Monday, haha), but I will only buy complete albums. If a group tries to sell me shit, I will pay for it exactly what it is worth: nothing. Thank Odin for torrents.
Immolation - Close to a World Below, Here in After, Failures for Gods are all albums which I can listen to only as a complete album (although I will listen to "I Feel Nothing" by itself while getting ready for work).
Darkthrone - Transylvanian Hunger... quite possibly the best black metal album. So beautiful.
Graveland - Following the Voice of Blood
My Bloody Valentine - Loveless
The Who - The Who Sell Out. one of the most innovative albums of the 60's - recorded and released concurrently with Sgt. Peppers. A much better concept for an album than Tommy or the failed 'Lifehouse project' of later Who years. The album's concept is an hour long broadcast from a pirate radio station complete with commercials. Like Tommy the concept is linked together by too many shitty songs, but they are of overall better quality and there is far less evident confusion on this album. Not a great album, but at least it had a good concept unlike Tommy or Sgt. Pepper(what was the concept there? Some of the worst Beatles songs written. The whole thing is tarted up with glossy production to distract one from the obvious conclusion that this album generally sucks. A precursor of modern pop - all production very little writing.)