My hour+ commute home from an industrial wasteland in the frigid black evening could not pair better. The drone tracks fusing with the whirring and hissing of the bus honest to god makes me feel like an inanimate object
Pulldrone seized my attention immediately and has been on repeat. Reminds me of that reading of the Boots poem from the first world war British solider
Let's see how this one holds up...
Vocalist was clearly bitten by an icelandic mosquito as she started the recording as she slowly morphs into bjork as the album progresses
The crown jewel in gloomy, bleak day albums
The instrumentals that bookend Fear of Flying sap somewhat the enjoyment from an otherwise completely captivating track run