You guys should have seen this coming.
To say that I ever went through a phase with Innervisions is incorrect. That's like saying I went through a phase with The White Album or OK Computer. It is one of those albums that has just sort of always been there. And, somehow, despite its ubiquity in my life, every listen seems to only propel its status in my mind further into the stratosphere.
Writing about Innervisions seems wrong somehow. Like trying to describe salt. It is such a particular, divine flavour. It is a truly perfect album. Every song on it either makes me want to cry or dance or scream. It is one of the most emotive albums I have ever heard, to be sure. I mean, have you heard "Living For The City"?
You guys, I have written 25-page essays about minutiae of evolutionary theory, but pounding out a few decent paragraphs without repeating, "It's great," in all caps ad nauseum on Innervisions is proving to be an impossible task. So just live with the fact that this album is a perfect 10/10 and that is all I have to say about that.
Withstood The Test Of Time: Again, the whole album, but in particular, "Living For The City," "Higher Ground," "Jesus Children Of America," and "He's Misstra Know-It-All."
No comments:
Post a Comment