bruh I always share 1990’s hipster post-this and post-that music on here and immediately follow it up with some obnoxious, half-assed rant/thesis about the band.
Case in point:
Yeah, man,
Spiderland is probably the most
mysterious album I’ve heard in my life.
It evokes the same indescribable emotions as Classical music, (yes, I do really believe that some music that doesn’t make any sense, concocted in 1990’s Louisville, KY, by a group of
really weird teenagers in their mom’s basement, shares parallels with Classical music,) that is to say, emotions for which words don’t exist, and/or combinations of emotions that don’t really make sense together.
The album cover says it all...it’s so desolate and isolated, yet you see a group of obvious friends looking playful. It’s nightmarish; that cover might as well be four aliens going for a dip on Mars.
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Significant and enigmatic album that basically hit rock music like an asteroid (somewhat reminding me of Post-Impressionism).
Like what the hell are you supposed to feel after listening to ‘Breadcrumb Trail’? First of all the first 10 seconds of that “song” can stand up against the first 10 seconds of literally any song ever made. The guitar intro is so...I don’t know, it just sounds like the snap of a hypnotist’s fingers. Then it spends a minute quietly building up only to plunge the track into this ~4-minute violent nightmare, and, the most genius moment of the whole album, with [again] a minute remaining, the fingers snap back into
that intro (which by that point had already been blown out of your memory). It’s actually genius; you cannot plan to create something like that.
And that subtle drum roll in the intro that dribbles over the bar into the second measure...I mean Mogwai practically made their entire
career out of that split-second drum roll.
Again I have to ask: what the
hell actually goes on in f***ing Kentucky?
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tl;dr: album called
Spiderland sounds like exactly that.