|Stuff my corpse, Put it on the porch|
Fucking fall season. What records you playing for apple picking, spooky evenings, the comforting caress of Ugg Boots? Autumn albums!
|1||And Also The Trees|
(Listen for) the Rag and Bone Man
Folky post punk malevolence
|2||The Brave Little Abacus|
Fucking leaf pile core
Such a cool record, I don’t know. Not as sad as earlier S stuff, stronger songwriting, though
Songs About Leaving
Run to Ruin
Sneaks up how eerie this one gets at certain points. On Teasing really lives up to its title, laughing cellos taunting the demise of its protagonist.
Vaguely otherworldly things happenin’ in the woods out back
Only Myocardial Infarction Can Break Your Heart
How anyone can sustain a career this bleak, who knows
Fox Confessor Brings The Flood
Starts leaving country behind for expansive, sepia toned folk
Dear Dead Days
Mostly country, teeny bit psychedelic. Great stuff to sit in a dusty room watching the wind tousle the curtains through cracked windows
Fear In A Handful Of Dust
Nocturnal trip through a mechanical forest. Best Tobin.
|11||The Angelic Process|
Weighing Souls With Sand
You know. Pathways to the eternal.
Nobody plays guitar like Gareth. Hearing it stripped down and acoustic only amplifies it. Much more pessimistic and caustic than your average campfire circle jaunt
Post-We just bought a plot of land in the UP
|14||The Lion's Daughter and Indian Blanket|
A Black Sea
Beautiful collab, both sides symbiotically balanced, better than either project individually.
|15||The Sad Bastard Book Club|
And the Sirens Sang of a Time When There Were No
Sloppy, kind-of-weird shit. Is it heavy? Sort of. Goth? Folky? Cheeky? Whatever. Would be charming if it cared at all what anyone thought. Entropy hits on the Seventh kicks ass. Ditto the other two tracks
“Bleak doom metal”
“Bleak doom metal”
As We Suffer From Memory and Imagination
-Darius the Great
When I Die, Will I Get Better?
Perfect seasonal rec, lives the Hell up to its name. Would we be so lucky.