Album Rating: 3.5

And when you penetrate to the MoSt HiGH GAWWD

Through the corrudors

No sleep on beach

Album Rating: 5.0 | Sound Off

lift yr skinny fists like antennas to men

Album Rating: 4.5

Lift Your Skinny Dicks Like Antennas to Heaven

Album Rating: 4.0

'I pity the fool who gives this a 3' (2)

Slow Riot >

Album Rating: 4.2

Finally jamming this.

Album Rating: 5.0

giving this a 3. ouchie ouchie, right in the tendie wendies!

Album Rating: 4.0

Get ready for another thread to be ruined by Hawks and his men brigade. Seriously though, how haven't you heard this?

Album Rating: 5.0

stfu demen of the fall

Album Rating: 4.2

Wasn’t gonna say anything but.....





Nah seriously idk. I’ve heard the debut and have always dug it but never went out further into their discog.

Album Rating: 5.0

rude

Album Rating: 4.2

stfu demen of the fall

Album Rating: 4.2

Godspeed You! Black Menperor

Album Rating: 4.0

Good work, this thread is now ruined and completely beyond the realms of redemption

Album Rating: 4.2

Hahahahahahahaha

Lift Your Men Fists Like Antennas To Heaven

Album Rating: 4.2

Seriously though this is really sweet so far. Digging about as much as the debut.

Album Rating: 5.0

Lift Your Skinny Fists Like AnMennas To Heaven*

Album Rating: 4.2

YES

Album Rating: 5.0 | Sound Off

The riff at 5:32 in 'Antennas to Heaven' is the most bittersweet sound I've ever heard. I listen to this album on a very regular basis, and whenever it gets to that point I have to restrain the urge to stand up and dance around my room with the biggest smile on my face. There's something so cathartic about it, it feels like the true and final climax of the entire album; the majesty of Storm into the brooding anxiety and ugliness of Static, into the emptiness and second-guessing of Sleep, and finally culminating in the bittersweet release of Antennas to Heaven. It feels like my own personal journey, from the innocence and wonder of everything going right, into the pain and rage of mental illness, to the apathetic victory of surviving. A victory less of glory, and more of an uneasy peace; a half-meant sigh after climbing from the dark, and the sleep and relief of its end. In the final few minutes of 'Sleep' the sun rises, and you feel true warmth for what feels like the first time. Finally we come to Antennas to Heaven, and you rise from your knees, and the beautiful power of existing washes over you, and you can do nothing but cry through a crooked smile.