Listen to it again without cramming coffee and cigarettes down your throat.
It’s art, this album takes all five senses to appreciate, and it even engages the nostalgic which some might classify as a sixth sense. I hated the album at first I thought it was contrived BS ranting about faux enslavement. It’s the way the music, the repetition, the lyrics, the truth, and the manufactured all work together to leave the listener want to change their settings to repeat.
Listen to it again without cramming coffee and cigarettes down your throat.
It’s art, this album takes all five senses to appreciate, and it even engages the nostalgic which some might classify as a sixth sense. I hated the album at first I thought it was contrived BS ranting about faux enslavement. It’s the way the music, the repetition, the lyrics, the truth, and the manufactured all work together to leave the listener want to change their settings to repeat.
Listen with your whole heart.