This is like that one South Park episode where Stan turns 10 and all music sounds like shart noises and his parents get divorced.
I question if my wife and I are gonna make it out of this rough patch
As a 10/10 nonchalant fluffy-haired bad boy (6’2 btw), I feel my bank account is too massive to understand what’s happening
Started listening in line at Yankee Stadium George Costanza Bobblehead Night. Finished during rain delay at George Costanza Bobblehead Night. Might’ve rated it higher if the Yanks won
Far from the “Best Rock Album of All Time”. But these blokes still know how to get their freak on
Felt like my soul left my body and I rocked out to this shit on another plane of existence. This is music to astral project to.
I can't say I understand it. I don't know what it is that makes this a "good" album. But for some reason, this hit me in all the right ways. This is beautifully abstract and weird. This album is weird. This album is incredibly weird and I applaud its weirdness.
Doesn’t hit as hard as Jar of Flies. But AIC still rivals the top dogs like Nirvana and Pearl Jam in the grunge field. Album is a blast to listen to