Slint's Spiderland

Slint's Spiderland commiserates, embodying the frustrated outsider. After bonding over a creepy, unright feeling, an alienation, a secret is whispered in your ear. It is pretty and violent.

rising out of the river, water dripping from the sinewy body. Shoulders low. Hands open. The man moves with determination, as his fixed, dead eyes reveal the lost ability to argue.

This album pierced my heart with a bomb of light and made me want to tear my face off and simply agree. To bow and say yes, I understand. You understand.

"I'm sorry. I miss you."

After listening to "Good Morning, Captain," the rest of the album can be found in the related links.