I feel like this album isn’t mentioned enough in the summer time. its the Oracular Spectacular for New Englanders and no one wants to admit how good it is still
a breathtaking work of experimental modernism, and probably woolf’s greatest masterpiece.
the text follows six children as they stumble through life, grow up, grow apart, and grieve a dead friend. written in a nauseous stream of consciousness that blurs each character into the next in an attempt to break down the walls between the inner world and the world of the other. the most successful meditation on big existential questions—death, love, grief, and the impossibility (and harrowing importance) of unfiltered connection—i’ve ever encountered. really hard to describe this one without minimizing it. i recommend reading it in as few sittings as possible to get the full effect.
