This record sounds like it's bleeding.
Each song pushes itself into a million directions. Nothing is held down here- either Ween can't decide what kind of record to make, or they just don't care. It's all just fragments- laid back bits and pieces that flow and bleed through the speakers.
I've heard that all their records are completely different from one another. oh boy.
This is a completely formless record. It doesn't offer anything to the listener except for a clear path to drift through it's soundscapes and fragmented vignettes that'll take you a million miles from where you started. Eno didn't construct a record- he pieced one together. (also the cover art is SLLJDKAJDAS)
I found this record in the worst time of my life.
It was in the middle of my senior year of high school, which is an aggressively angsty time for anyone, but as a quiet, anxiety ridden bald boy who couldn't figure out how to interract with other people, Mitski's angry, emotional walls of sound busted my ass iN tWo and tore my heart right out of my chest.
What r e a l l y got me was her Tiny Desk Concert. Instead of being some ornate Messianic figure for female indie rock, Mitski was wearing ... read more