the album that has been getting me through my trauma since i was seventeen. Florence is a fae king and i adore her whole discography.
my beloved. i think this latest album is his best, but my life was changed by his self-titled when i was 20 and he still has yet to miss.
growing up my dad had a truck with a fancy six-CD stereo, into which he loaded six CDs and proceeded to play only one of them for months on end. this album is a rare pleasant memory of him and i know it by heart down to the dead air between the tracks.
i love a concept album. the layering and vocals are amazing throughout, but the catharsis of dread and distortion in Ptolemaea is a masterpiece.
baby's first comfort album that still hits hard as fuck. i was fifteen when it came out and barely aware that a taste in music was something i was allowed to develop.
i have a soft spot for Muse. this album is loud and theatrical and stimmy and it got me through a lot of teenage angst. still on heavy rotation.
have i mentioned i love a concept album? sardonic, heartfelt Ohio folk rock with repeating motifs that tie the tracks together - yes please.
this one feels like a perfect distillation of girlhood in ways i struggle to describe. i've been following the Regrettes for a while and i love how their sound has matured.