Justify My Love
...or "why I still have all these albums, most of which will probably never get listened to again, reason #n in an open sequence": this morning, having listened to and enjoyed Robert Forster's Warm Nights, while dutifully returning the case to the F section of the only organized CD rack in the house, I glanced at Fugazi's End Hits and thought to myself, Now there's an album I haven't heard in quite some time, and was subsequently blown to bits by how solid and intriguing and flat-out enjoyable it is. Lessons like these are bad news for pack rats, whose disease will eventually consume us/them, but are quite pleasant all the same.
Christ but that guitar breakdown in "Floating Boy" is sweet.
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