Inlet
I think I’ve listened to this album 10 times straight through in the last two days. I can’t stop. It’s perfect. And I say this as someone with a top 10 list comprised almost exclusively of what was once called classic rock but which is rapidly turning into the younger generations’ version of oldies.
At the risk of telling us all we already know, it’s a sci-fi story. A gutting, despairing one. Sadder than anything more cerebral from a band like Failure (whose Wild Type Droid I also class with perfection). But it could also simply be the innerspace navigation of an accomplished but just-embitterment-shy nostalgic psychonaut.
I’ve been knockdown, dragout arguing with the best life-partner I’ve ever had lately, and staring down a mountain of regret having done it, knowing what could so easily slip away, acting so stupidly and so against my better judgment yet. This album makes me love her more.