Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run 1975 🎸 This is as close to movie music as rock gets without being movie music. And that's sincerely stated as a compliment.
"Born to Run", (Springsteen's third album) went massively over budget, and it tells. The production is incredibly lush by today's standards, more amazing still given that it was produced on then-antiquated tracking systems. Springsteen's perfectionism shows through in everything, from the perfectly timed sax solos (spliced together from demos, apparently) to the warm, glockenspiel tinged riffs.
All good. But if the music ever was less important than the lyrics, it's on this album. Springsteen contrives a world dripping with American romanticism, but without ever sounding trite or false, as could so easily have happened. Instead he rolls off poetic vignettes about criminals, rebels (in the James Dean sense), dropouts and any other incarnation of the Great American Nobody you care to name. But there isn't even a hint of the empty eulogising Springsteen's contemporaries would have gone for. Rather, he gives his characters purpose by showing how everything written about America, from Dylan to Kerouac, is relevant in American life.