Maybe it’s due to COVID or an orange troll (or both), but I’ve been enjoying these guys lately. One of my biggest problems with them was the relentless gloom and doom. They always struck me as Iggy Pop’s The Idiot (probably one of my top 5 favorite albums) without the humor, with a bit too much Jim Morrison for my taste. But those are persnickety reasons to reject a band, and they are perfect for these times. Anyway, take away the clinical depression, and you’re pretty much just left with U2, only with (in my opinion) more interesting musicians and a technically worse but more interesting (and less pretentious) singer. Not really fair to judge them for being who they were. I still think Ian Curtis had an under-developed melodic sense, but for some reason it all works.
Tales of True Adventure for Rugged Men Not Unlike Yourself
This band bums me out, from their namesake to Curtis’s suicide.
That’s how I usually feel about them. It’s a COVID thing. And not the only depressing music that’s appealed to me lately.
Nothing like mood-congruent music! One advantage to having a mental catalog of a billionty-three songs is you can always find something to suit your angst.
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Co-worker: are you on hold?
Me: Yeah. But it’s fine cause the hold music sounds like Christopher Parkening guitar and it’s just what I need right now.