bored of reading my ill-worded, unreliable, and irregular posts yet? I am.

today sucked hardcore. so i came home and did what i do best: moped. of course, in the midst of all this self-imposed solitude, i played good music at high volume through my 15's. I created an album playlist that will shake the foundations of your world, i'll swear to any god you want that it will. So without further tooting of my personal horn and my music taste;

1. It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All a Dream! It's Alright - mewithoutYou
2. Sung Tongs - Animal Collective
3. They Threw Us All In a Trench And Built A Monument On Top - Liars
4. I'm Wide Awake It's Morning - Bright Eyes
5. Pocket Symphonies for Lonesome Subway Cars - Casiotone For the Painfully Alone
6. Apple O' - Deerhoof
7. Saturdays=Youth - M83
8. Elevator - Hot Hot Heat

Now let me explain why this is the best album list ever. if you have time to listen to them in order (about 5.5 hours worth of listening) then you will find that the albums will take you over the proverbial roller coaster of those things called "feelings" that not many of us have actually experienced.

So: a tour? That can be arranged.

mewithoutYou starts us off subdued and softly depressing, though muted happiness and optimism shine through the cracks in this album, and the slow ending that is "Allah Allah Allah" blends perfectly into the opening of Sung Tongs.

Sung Tongs begins slowly, building up to that yelping, frenzied cacophony of noise that marks any good AC album, but it's energy contrasts nicely with the slow simmer of Liars' best effort: Trench.

Trench is almost a monotone, bringing down any "feelings" Sung Tongs fired in your chest, but still ends us strong and transitions beautifully into the spoken intro of I'm Wide Awake.

I'm Wide Awake is Bright Eyes, re-imagined. Its ingenious opening almost matches the style of Liars, however it also begins the downward emotional spiral that is this album. It always leaves me feeling despondent but warm, as though I'd swallowed a painless, slow poison at 84 after a long and riotous life. Casiotone's atmosphere is only marginally better, but the way the two albums merge is so beautiful it makes me cry.

Pocket Symphonies boils us down to the lowest point of the whole list; that deepest blackest point where we see ourselves plainly and realize that whatever we feel doesn't matter anymore, life is beautiful yet heartbreakingly sad. Imagine the last four chapters of "The Amber Spyglass" set to melody and drenched in tears of sadness mingling with those of joy.

Apple O' is just pure Deerhoof at the top of their game, and the jarring change between Casiotone and Deerhoof is such a shock that the aftereffects of Pocket Symohonies almost become a laugh, and the post-ironic beauty of Apple O' solidifies into a foundation upon which the staircase out of this well that Casiotone dropped us in can be built on.

Saturdays=Youth, if we were to continue with our staircase analogy, is like the slow walk up into the light, spiraling around thousands and thousands of times, going up with every step but only slowly progressing. By the time the album ends and Elevator opens, any last shreds of sadness have been transformed into soft warm blankets with which we should wrap our memories in.

Elevator is indescribable. Give it a listen...Hot Hot Heat is The Strokes pumped full of daisies and butterflies meets Wayne Coyn snorting compressed happiness in the form of rock cocaine, with just a little bit of jazz organ, Flipron-style, added in, seasoned to taste and mixed well.

My english teacher is always frustrated that i can't close anything very well...but i figure if i leave it open, more people will come back for more. (self-imposed delusion is the best for of delusion or so i've heard.) so without closing in any way....