this most glorious collection of sounds has been getting me through my worst moments since i was seventeen. cathedral sounds, trauma gospel - florence is a fae king and i adore her entire discography.
for louder and more theatrical frames of mind. is it a guilty pleasure to love muse? they're still on heavy rotation for me, especially for long and stressful shifts.
the bog witch to florence's fae king - i love everything that this gorgeous irish man has ever done, but his first album was the one that got me through years of sleepless nights.
growing up i would ride shotgun in my dad's f150 with his fancy (at the time) six-CD stereo. he still only ever played the same album for months at a time. this is a rare pleasant memory of a man i no longer think about, and i know it down to the dead air between the tracks.
baby's first comfort album. came for the scottish accents, stayed for the intensity and insistency of the instrumentals and the layers on layers of noise. this album showed me what i like in an album. their more recent releases are similarly great.
nothing else called to my teenage loneliness like this did. i couldn't tell you if it still holds up or if my nostalgia goggles are still firmly on, but 'breathing' still gets me and there's not much i can do about it.