Man, am I listening to the same album as the rest of the site? The production on this thing is timeless. I love the way they fuck around with the panning. It feels kinda like a weighted blanket with an almost ASMR type effect at times. This is definitely getting panic attack rotation for me.
Like an old friend returning, Coheed jumps right back to the top of their game. Claudio's lyrics are vulnerable and emotional, ripping himself wide open for the world to see in a way he hasn't since The Afterman. And it's fitting for that, because we get to see the return of Sirius and Meri — my personal favorite characters in the series.
It'll take me a while to uncover the story, but for now I can easily say that I see a fire in their eyes like I haven't in a ... read more
In my eyes, this is Wilson's greatest work. It's poignant, grounded, thoughtful, and overall complete in a way his other albums can't quite match for me. A harrowing story of increasing isolation and agoraphobia leading to an inevitable tragic end. One of the great concept albums of our time.
"We live in a society," he says while actively contributing to that society, as if his tongue-in-cheek British humor automatically lifts the statement to a higher level of poignancy. It doesn't, Mr. Wilson — it just comes off as pompous and annoying.
I have quite a soft spot for this album. It takes me back to a brief period in my freshman year of high school, right before everything went horribly wrong. It makes me think of riding my bike day after day as the air got colder and colder. It's crazy to think that was ten years ago now.
In all reality it's nothing special, but I'll be damned if "you were a home i wanted to grow up in" isn't etched into my DNA
This EP (and the discography as a whole) hold a special place in my heart for getting me through the confusions and depressions of late adolescent/early adult relationships. On paper it's horrid, but in practice, it gives me this strong warm feeling.
Loved it in high school. Still appreciate it now, although I do cringe a bit
This houses my personal favorite rendition of Mahler's famous Ressurection Symphony. A bit unorthadox in some of its appeoaches, but a powerful listen all the same.
A genuinely historical album. An album that should be considered as one of the greatest humanity has to offer. A succinct summarization of a vibrant scene long past at the time of its recording, and birthed into life again upon its release.
If you put headphones on and close your eyes, you can almost feel yourself in the titular club. It's just magic. Pure magic.
It's got that mid-00s adult contemporary radio charm to it that will always put a smile on my face
The first verse is some of his best writing delivered with an elegance, style, and attitude only comparable to the legendary Andre 3k. Sadly, all momentum is just slaughtered when you get much beyond that verse. He should've made this one an interlude and capped it at 1:47 with a transition to the next track. It may grow on me in the context of the album, but idk.
It's not very good, but that's not their fault. The demos show they were cooking up something fantastic, but the label just had to do their labely thing. A shame.
In my eyes, the final great Dream Theater album. A big step back towards the consistency that Octavarium lacked. The Ministry of Lost Souls may be their most underrated song.
Overall, it's an album I greatly enjoy returning to.