an opera for a cyborg. i don’t even know how this album is real, it’s one of the most insanely dense and grand things ever, and i fucking adore it.

really fucking beautiful ambient chamber music that sounds like cowboy music sometimes lol

an album’s that’s runtime that should probably be cut by a fourth. it’s a really good album, at its best, it’s some of ferraro’s most esoteric and disturbing works, but sometimes it can feel a bit like a drag at points.

the intro to the closing track sounds like if ZUN composed a black metal song and it’s fucking awesome

damn i didn’t know the cambrian explosion was chill like that

how is it possible to make music this sad

more hip hop needs to be influenced by hardcore breaks imo

this album makes me want to eat nails

i want to eat this album’s snare

damn i love it when music makes me feel unsafe in my own home

i checked this band’s last 2 albums a while ago, and i remember thinking they were great, but i forgot a lot about them. this album makes me wanna check those two albums out again, because god DAMN this album is spectacular

girls rule!

it’s wild how an album that consists of nothing but a dude with a very nasal voice, an acoustic guitar, and a boombox microphone, can remind me so much of very specific, personal memories
for backstory, my grandma lives in a small town with less than a thousand people populating it. everyone there knows each other too much. they’ll often tell stories about other people, and these stories can range from heartwarming, to depressing, to disturbing. this album feels like someone heard ... read more

not rlly a big blues rock guy, but man, there is no denying how fuckin great rory as a guitarist is

we are so fucking back

it’s wild how a mysterious british producer known for making music that feels like the musical equivalent to urban rot is also responsible for one of the most empowering pieces of music i’ve ever heard

the actions that i would partake in while listening to this album will result in me being investigated by the secret service

me when the prog music is wacky and whimsical

this went from just being very corny to being genuinely laughable because of me realizing how fucking much a travesty the “mabu i like purple” bar is

this album feels like the slight come-up that you feel before you fully recover from a depressive episode