Record #939: Morella’s Forest – Super Deluxe (1995)

One day when I was in twelfth grade, I was driving my younger sisters around listening to music (likely mewithoutYou or Norma Jean based on the era). They asked me why I don’t listen to music with girls singing. I said, “that’s not true. I listen to this,” and put on Morella’s Forest. A few minutes in, they declared that that didn’t count.

As baffled as I was then, I now understand that they were asking more why I didn’t listen to poppier fare. And while there are plenty of pop hooks on this disc, I can forgive my sisters for being unable to hear it beneath the swirling hurricane of shoegaze guitars.

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Record #938: Anchors – Adult Decisions (2019)

Go to local shows.

I cannot emphasize this point enough. Beneath the glimmer of mainstream music is a thriving ecosystem of artists who are just as good (or better!) than anything you might find on on the radio. And while some folks might scoff and say, “but I don’t know any of those bands!”, the discovery is the point.

A few weeks ago, my band played a show in a city we’d never been, and we were delighted by both the reception we received and the quality of the bands we played with. For the point of this post, I’ll draw special attention to Anchors, playing that night as a solo act on electric guitar. I got a copy of the album and found that while the stripped-down arrangements helped to highlight David Black’s clever songwriting, the full band versions on record don’t obscure it any.

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Record #936: Bjork – Post (1995)

Bjork has become kind of a punchline in recent years. And if we’re honest, both the fae princess schtick and her increasingly experimental electropop are pretty rife for parody.
But before the swan dresses and coy word salad interviews, we have to remember why Bjork was thrust into the spotlight in the first place—and that reason is her brilliant sophomore record Post, an album sharpened to such a bleeding edge that it still sounds modern two decades later.

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Record #935: Hällregn – Varför Dröjde Du Så Länge? (2017)

When my family and I made our first excursion into Stockholm proper, I stepped off of the train in Old Town and was immediately greeted by a flier advertising a fifty percent off record sale. I wasn’t about to abandon everyone to go record shopping, but the more time we spent in town, the more I saw these fliers popping up.

Finally, our last day in the city, we found ourselves in the neighborhood with the shop. I decided to split off to find this much-advertised sale and meet up with them later. I found the shop, tucked into a cobblestone alley up a steep set of stairs, and set to digging.

This cover art, from a band called HÄLLREGN (pronounced like Hell Rain, meaning torrential downpour) caught my eye. When the shopkeeper offered to play me a sample, I was surprised that despite its dark, foreboding album art and the band name written in what seemed like blood, it sounded like what would have happened if the Go-Gos were punkier, and also Swedish.

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Record #934: Candlemass – Epicus Doomicus Metallicus (1986)

As they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. When in a metal record store in Stockholm’s old town, you buy one of the most important records Sweden’s considerable metal scene.

I had been meaning to buy a copy of Candlemass’s legendary debut for a while now anyway. But when I discovered that they’re from Upplands Väsby, the Stockholm suburb where my brother-in-law’s family lives and was hosting us—it felt like destiny.

Epicus Doomicus Metallicus isn’t the first doom metal record—Black Sabbath deserves credit for that over a decade previously (a point that the clerk at Sound Pollution and I made at the same time). But this record was the first to give it a name, and established a pretty sizable portion of its aesthetic.

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Record #932: Black Sabbath – Heaven and Hell (1980)

There’s no question that Black Sabbath is one of the most important metal bands—nay, bands, period—in the history of recorded music. But for most fans, that legacy comes with a few asterisks.

The first six records are universally regarded as essential and indelible classics. After that, it gets a little fuzzy. Between the unmoored experimentation of the late Ozzy era to the frequent lineup changes in the decades to follow, later Sabbath is a bit like panning a spent river for gold.

However, there is one bright and shining nugget of an exception in the throng of so-so releases: Heaven and Hell, the first record to feature new vocalist Ronnie James Dio. His arrival brought an irrefutable shot of energy to the legendary metal outfit, bringing their best record since Sabotage.

But there’s a pretty big problem with this record: it just doesn’t sound like Black Sabbath.

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Record #931: Lesser Care – Underneath, Beside Me (2022)

It doesn’t seem like post-punk and hardcore would have much to do with one another. Besides both being offshoots of punk, they went in very different directions. Post-punk took a more cerebral approach to punk’s minimalism, while hardcore turned up the volume and the violence. To anthropomorphize them a bit, if you took them to a party, post-punk would spend the night leaning against the wall and silently people-watching while hardcore would be drunkenly rough-housing.

But despite the disparate gaps in personality and ethos, there is a common ground to be found. Take for instance El Paso newcomers Lesser Care, whose debut combines the insular, brooding aloofness of post-punk with a pent-up aggression that is palpably a few moments away from bursting.

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Record #930: Boris & Uniform – Bright New Disease (2023)

You never know what you’re going to get with Boris. While they have a few go-to tendencies—such as their propensities toward drone, noise, and doom, they stray far and often from these touchstones.

And so, even as much as I love Boris, I really shouldn’t blind-buy any of their albums. Especially collaborative albums. Especially collaborative albums with bands I don’t know.

Still, while Bright New Disease sounds almost nothing like what I was expecting it to, there is a feral energy here that is as compelling as it is abrasive.

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