This with hallucinogenic substances is only 2 levels below on the tripometer than ascending to a higher plane.
In the 2010s my brain was already scanning things like punk rock aesthetic stickers for elementary school notebooks, and the me of today has recognized it.
I've never doubted why Black Sabbath is so important in the history of music, but sometimes I put this album on and say, "Oh, that's why."
The door is open here for me to make some witty comment about how generic this sounds but I'll let it go.
As good points it even sounds somewhat naïve, or as we would say in my town, menso.
You have to start the mystery machine on your own, Scooby. I can't drive because I got marijuana poisoning.
Sometimes it tires and bores the listener more than an album titled "Lo Más Cabrón" in Latin should, but it's quite satanic and quite good.
You come in here expecting to dance like crazy and you come out seeing life through a stereotypical desaturated camera filter, but you like it, you know?
This string of Radiohead albums is brutal to my taste and also to the taste of people who don't bathe.
I feel like this is somehow aging well, it would get a much higher rating if the deluxe songs were there.
The recordings are mostly slow and hypnotic, the greatest point of this album is the atmosphere, calm and almost glittery, managing to summon the sensation that comes from thinking about that year, it is a clear example of what sophisti-pop is, although I would like it to go further.
A catchy album featuring some of the strongest points of this band's discography, an incredible start and follow-up that manage to give this album its own identity.