It’s Dylan at his dandiest, the least earthy version of Dylans, the one least covered in dirt, self-applied or otherwise.
Why the hell should I sit here for an hour or two racking my brain as I struggle to evoke the beauty, the tragedy and loss of Clams Casino’s music, its programmed swoons and electronic sighs, its music of weeping computers and children trapped in ice, when someone else has already done it?
The Smile Sessions is a candle made out of wax collected from the melted wings of Icarus
This album blows my mind every time I listen to it.
Joanna Newsom is an artist who is a hair’s breadth away from my heart. Milk-Eyed Mender is a startling discovery to make when you’re 15