I remember when people were telling me about how Carrie and Lowell was one of the most beautiful albums of all time. And on this album about his mom he talks about jerking off. And that’s when I decided that the soft ass album was not for me. Sufjan Stevens is the absolute worse voice to tell me an in depth history of Illinois because I love the ideas here! I love that the song about genociding the natives is this ironic triumphant symphony. I love a song about the white city at the world’s fair, John Wayne Gacy, all sorts of great subject matter here. BUT! BUT!!! We gotta make it so twee and ironic. Teehee, all the titles are like 30 words long! Isn’t that cute? Listen to these woodwinds! My voice is breathy and annoying. It’s one of THE most frustrating albums I’ve ever listened to because there are parts I really like! All let down by ol’ captain asthmatic’s gasps for air. FUCK. Only a weird fucking Christian artist could be like teehee I’m just like John Wayne Gacy! I’ve done some bad things! Secrets under my floor boards! Like my man, nah, you’re good. Just because you stole a Twix bar once doesn’t mean you’re a serial killer. If I wanted sad vaguely Christian folky indie I have the Mountain Goats for that tyvm. And fuck, they also have an album about Illinois.