Discover the Sound of Music

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They told me not to review this album. My eyes glazed over after 15 seconds. But I pressed play anyway.

A man (presumably the artist) has been slowly consumed by something sinister , and these twelve tracks are what’s left. By track three, the paranoia sets in. Is that a drum machine?

The centerpiece, “Joaquin” is the most deranged expression of grief I’ve ever heard. Halfway through the song the vocals split into three personalities.

There is a part where the music completely disappears for 47 seconds and all you hear is gentle cooing. I think those are real doves. I believe they are disappointed in me.

This is not music for “listening.” This is music for pacing around your apartment at dawn. 

Doves has a panic attack in a Walmart parking lot, then writes you an apology note.

I haven’t slept in four days. I keep seeing things in my peripheral vision.

This is the best album of the year. This is the last album I will ever need. Send help. Or more Doves.

9.8 / 10 Best New Music (they will never let me live this down)