#yeah i binged a lot of pat finnerty. and he's right dr. dog are fun

[pirepoumon]

today's albums have been dirty computer by janelle monáe & critical equation by dr. dog. i ended up cleaning my bathroom during swathes of dirty computer so i'm not exactly counting it, but critical equation is totally new to me and i love it. both have me thinking about a good album is, as someone who feels woefully under-vocabularied about good music.

for example every avenue's self-titled album is a classic example of a perfect album of largely mediocre music; it defines its own shape with an exacting vision and has a range inside of the house the songs all live in, some clear evocation that delights as a unit. (pop punk is rife with this, imo.)

neither dirty computer or critical equation are like that, but even as i'm now looping dr. dog's true love (easy new favorite) because the individual songs do hit hard, the frontmost delight sparking my brain is the cohesion that holds surprises, the way they both feel like an experience to me and make me think about the making of them, the choices, the vision and whether it compares to my own subjective encounter with it. i admit to being influenced by album covers when the image of an album gets painted over my memories but i don't think resonance is required - every avenue's pop pink sure doesn't, but the album-as-a-whole is permeated with those colors because the album's sound has identity, and my mind's visuals conjures not my own experiences first but the tangible object of album cover when i think of that cohesion.