Man, what a crazy goddamned year. Not the music, the music was great.
Everett True’s 100 Favourite Songs of 2013. Yes, one hundred, and every last fucking song is genius.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
Sometimes, the concept is enough in itself. My head is still reeling from being around the psychedelic fountain.
It articulates the feeling of inescapable grief, in what it says and what it keeps silent, as well as any album I’ve ever heard in my long yearning life.