this self titled album felt like an offering to whatever it is you find Divine. there's so much emotional depth in her lyrics. genuinely felt the brokenness. Baez is safe in her own sharing of vulnerability. her storytelling and images of atlas... just powerful.

sounds like an messy dive bar in LA. a bit of romantic grime. Let’s call it sweaty punk.

it’s like I woke up and realized that my idealized sense of how to live my youth kept me from losing the plot. flipped nostalgia. i’m left with making out what I just dreamt.

wordplay like no other. this album felt like a raw exorcism of his own psyche. suburban rap at its finest.

a Triumphant album in every sense BUT what is traditional and safe. modern by design and it isn't dumbed down for the masses. full of quiet victories in how it confidently pulls off an Intelligent Cool sound. it's just Architectural. it's consistently kinetic & so self-assured. i'll always wonder how it stretches time.

easily a Manifesto to groove.

i've heard a few of the popular tracks. kinda felt like i was watching a good bad romcom. every track feels like it's worth blaring on the road. even though i mistakenly listened to it on shuffle... i thoroughly enjoyed myself. bangers all around. i couldn't help but enjoy it with irony. i think Steely Dan owns up to it too. the title of the album winks at their own critique and particpation with "the system"-- The Center cannot hold, yadda yadda yadda but at least i'm drinking Coca-Cola.

this self titled album felt like an offering to whatever it is you find Divine. there's so much emotional depth in her lyrics. genuinely felt the brokenness. Baez is safe in her own sharing of vulnerability. her storytelling and images of atlas... just powerful.

i’ve never heard gospel music like this.

these artists must have saved what we know as the genre of rock in the 21st century. i hear punk blues too. it’s guitar driven and i don’t mind it one bit. handful of standout moments that are timeless and iconic. it's sonically stripped down to its bare elements which gives it that raw quality and that is refreshing in the year 2025...Basic is best here.

sounded confessional, like a prayer almost— a cry for salvation. interchangeably gospel music. Lots of yearning, lot of loss, and it was all felt. it’s progressively satisfying. enjoyed it closer and closer to the end.

pretend to be of Scottish descent to MAYBE get into this album.

Like a watered down then bland imitation of Frank Zappa’s work.

just call it an exhibition of Kanye West’s beat making and production— he stole the spotlight whether it was his beats or bars. Kanye really carried here while Dilla’s holding it down. it’s just hard to take yourself out of the thought that this album is an early display of Kanye’s experimental work. it added a whole other dimension to Common’s flows… which i liked at times. felt out of place and forced other times. i kept having to pause and really get a feel for their choices because even today, it’s so refreshing!

A cacophony of moments. hazy at times and then a crescendo of clarity and warmth.

I can hear some of these tracks belonging in the background of late 1960 telly ads. still a fun album to listen to.

politically charged. heavy material with a good sense of humor. seamless transitions. timelessness,

gotta love a bedroom production. even with the album title, it is euphoric throughout—the kind of music you play when getting ready to hit the town. I enjoyed the use of litany in this album too.

so electric. felt so pumped. they really kept the energy up!

there is nobody like Alexander Spence. is "Oar" purely unconventional country folk? probably. i'd go far as to say that this is categorically avant-garde. the album is weird and raw. it expresses playful confusion, a jumble. and we could not have received a better ending to an album that exhibits who Alexander Spence is. he is the original Strange Creature and we'll never hear anything like this again.

what is remarkable about this album? Nirvana’s popular but at least they actually sound grunge. “Dust” sounds like Screaming Trees shop for grunge clothing at Forever 21. their first track immediately lowered my expectations for the rest of the album. I did like their choice of percussion bookended within in the last track “Gospel Plow” - it provided a nice contrast to their own Seattle “grunge” sound and lyricism. the rest of the album remains blah.

feels like a collage of textures.

purely Epic.

when poetry and punk collide... you'll find this album somewhere in the middle.