Angels & Airwaves // I-Empire |
Saturday, 29 February 2020
An Album a Day Keeps the Doctor Away #6: Angels & Airwaves - I-Empire
Ayoooo coming in clutch with album six, day six. Today’s number was 711. Which is, conincidentally where I’m going after this to get some fukn Krispy Kreme YEET. Anyway, Saturday 29th of February 2020, I've been listening to Angels & Airwaves' I-Empire.
Friday, 28 February 2020
An Album a Day Keeps the Doctor Away #5: New Found Glory - Coming Home
Day five! One business week down. I'm not gonna lie, today felt like a really good day to randomly generate number 339. Until I heard it, that is. What's that Mayday Parade song? The Torment of Existence Weighed Against the Horror of Nonbeing. This review will be affectionately dubbed The Torment of New Found Glory Weighed Against the Horror of Nonbeing.
New Found Glory // Coming Home |
Thursday, 27 February 2020
An Album a Day Keeps the Doctor Away #4: Warduna – Runaljod - Gap Var Ginnunga
Good morning all, welcome to day four. Today is Thursday the 27th of February and in about an hour's time I'm going for a long-ass walk. Figured I'd get today’s album in before that. The number google spat at me this morning was 418, which is album number one by Nordic Folk sweethearts, Warduna, Runaljod - Gap Var Ginnunga.
Warduna // Runaljod - Gap Var Ginnunga |
Wednesday, 26 February 2020
An Album a Day Keeps the Doctor Away #3: Strapping Young Lad - City
Tuesday, 25 February 2020
An Album a Day Keeps the Doctor Away #2: The Bled - Found In the Flood
Monday, 24 February 2020
An Album a Day Keeps the Doctor Away #1: Moonspell - Memorial
Hello and welcome to your new favourite segment on this blog: An Album a Day Keeps the Doctor Away, in which I will effectively be dodging doctor visits for the next two and a bit years.
That’s a joke.
No, for the next 2.8 years I will actually be listening to one album from my library, per day, that I’ve either never listened to, or have only listened to partly. Once I’ve listened to the album I will do a quick write up for it. Why? Well, because I can, and because I have too damn many albums I’ve never listened to. 1022 of them to be exact.
So in preparation for this event, I took one song from each of these albums and put them all into a shuffled playlist. Every day, starting today, I will randomly generate a number from 1 to 1022, find the song at that number in the playlist, and listen to that album.
And today, Monday the 24th of February 2020, on the inaugural day of An Album a Day, our randomly generated number is 105. This means today we are listening to Moonspell’s 2006 release, Memorial.
That’s a joke.
No, for the next 2.8 years I will actually be listening to one album from my library, per day, that I’ve either never listened to, or have only listened to partly. Once I’ve listened to the album I will do a quick write up for it. Why? Well, because I can, and because I have too damn many albums I’ve never listened to. 1022 of them to be exact.
So in preparation for this event, I took one song from each of these albums and put them all into a shuffled playlist. Every day, starting today, I will randomly generate a number from 1 to 1022, find the song at that number in the playlist, and listen to that album.
And today, Monday the 24th of February 2020, on the inaugural day of An Album a Day, our randomly generated number is 105. This means today we are listening to Moonspell’s 2006 release, Memorial.
Moonspell // Memorial |
Monday, 10 February 2020
Swimming
We all learned to swim,
held by the same waters.
And we've all been helpless,
standing on the sand shouting,
as the ones we love
get caught in rips. Watching,
while they're pulled out by the tide
and carried away.
But it's those odd days we find,
sea-glass, amongst the rocks,
that shines.
Beautiful mementos,
like shards from stained-glass windows,
sent from the ones
who just wound up
on different shores
in distant bays,
just to let you know
that things turned out okay.
held by the same waters.
And we've all been helpless,
standing on the sand shouting,
as the ones we love
get caught in rips. Watching,
while they're pulled out by the tide
and carried away.
But it's those odd days we find,
sea-glass, amongst the rocks,
that shines.
Beautiful mementos,
like shards from stained-glass windows,
sent from the ones
who just wound up
on different shores
in distant bays,
just to let you know
that things turned out okay.
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