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.