It's Sigur R¢s, you either love it or you don't, is how I feel. Plus, a video with nakey people running about the forest.
Odd. Canadian. Poignant. I like to listen to this album on the bus.
David Byrne is a total f*#cking genius, and Brian Eno isn't too shabby. This album is fabulous and absurd, and keeps Eno's wierdy electronica in check.
This album is sweaty and honest. This band has a music video with little kids dancing. This band is Scottish.
A thoughtful and rather existential album. The title track gets me teary.
Good for moping about the house, feeling bittersweet and introspective. I should note that I have no particular order for my lists, except perhaps vaguely reverse chronological.
The video for this song is just Mike Skinner walking around. That's what I like to do when I listen to this song. Coincidence?
What is this song about? I can't really figure it out, but moves me. And moved me to play it over and over and over.
One minute and 41 seconds of seduction. And, it's a cover!
"I'll turn off the TV/ It's killing us we never speak." Light some candles and dance around, son.
This song makes me feel strong and radical. Sometimes I make little shooting gestures during the gun noises.
Once I was listening to this album and Ancientindianwizard said, "You know this is all AC/DC covers, right?" The silence that followed was the sound of my mind being blown.
As the prompt says, because sometimes it takes a while to catch on.
I think this is what started off my mania for cover songs this year.
It's like I'm trying to make up for two decades of not listening to it.
My friend Lacy met Jens Lekman. She took a picture with him and put her hand on his butt. She is so cool!
At this point in the tour, Mr. Meloy seemed to have lost his mind a little. It made for a totally ruling evening.
Actually, I haven't heard this, but trusted sources tell me it blows. I am disappointed, because I expected only greatness from the craziest man in the game.