A really long-ass comp of ambient and drone music that I use to read, edit copy or just clear some space out so I can space out… and maybe you can use it, too. No theme or anything, just hours upon hours of sad bastards making pretty music. I regularly add more to it.
My obsession with John Grant’s rolling bass vocals has apparently clouded my newfound love for the arrangements on this album. “Drug” is downright Baroque-ian and smolders like the embers of a dark cigar.
Here’s a 7-hour Spotify playlist of songs and whatnot I liked from 2012, which might as well prove that my taste in music makes absolutely no sense. (The Don Cherry/Solange/Bosse-de-Nage transition is my favorite.)
Woke up with this song in my head this morning. “A Mind of Her Own” was, at the time, Pedro the Lion’s most aggressive track. Given that David Bazan had kept to a monotonal brood until this song, there’s an unsettling and murderous passion to his vocals, which hits a fever pitch at this chilling conclusion: “Hey, where do you think you’re going? / Don’t you walk away from me / You put down that telephone / You’re not calling anyone.”