Always wanted to do lists! And there's no better time if you have work to do at home, Saturday night, looking for excuses. OK, let's start w/ some seriously suicidal albums. They're so strong, so black and so REAL they help you see the light, they make you feel there's always worse. Soothing. Evaporating.
In no particular order:
SONGS: OHIA - "Ghost Tropic"
Bodies burning away in the black night. In the tropic of cancer disease. Voice moans but nobody's left there to listen. Kind of album you have to listen to alone. Every time.
CRESCENT - "Collected Songs"
Had a visual of the recording sessions of it in my mind. Then i found the LP and did had a small image of the studio room itself. This is fucking it! This album is the stained gray carpet in that room. In every rehearsal room. The one you stared at so many times. Making dreams.
KING BLACK ACID & THE WOMB STAR ORCHESTRA - "Sunlit"
When i hear the word "epic" i'm automatically thinking of two things: A medieval body armor and this album. 60 minutes equally divided into three songs. The compendium of cheesy depression into the endless depths of the soul.
THE BLACK HEART PROCESSION - "Three"
Feels like taken away on ships of gold. Ships that meant to sink. But you didn't know. You didn't know.
WIPERS - "Is This Real?"
For the times you remember how it was to be a teenager. OK, get over it now. This album is here to teach you some anger management. Your voice has the strength and the power and can be transformed into something so direct, so eternal, so real. You CAN make it real.
THE SHADOW RING - "Lindus"
Manic depression. There's nothing left, maybe there never wasn't anything at all in the first place.
SCOTT WALKER - "Tilt"
Even though it's polished, it's so gloomy. And scary. You don't mess with it.
JOY DIVISION - "Closer"
Banging your head in a metal cell. You can't do it w/ force. But still, aches. Decades of decay.
BILLIE HOLIDAY - "Lady in Satin"
Not of this earth. Vintage nostalgia. You think how cool would be to be living in Paris in the late '60s, broke but in love. Every single night lasts for a week. Parties at houses everywhere, minimal lights. And the voice of Billie as an eternal soundtrack that every minute gives you a chill.
SIX ORGANS OF ADMITTANCE - "Dust & Chimes"
Guess it has to do w/ death itself. Every time i listen to it i come closer to digest the idea that someday i will be just dust. And after that, nothing.
Also, Patrick Phelan's "Arch and Effort" and "Crippled For" from the album Parlor + Microphones' "Universe Conclusion" from "Live in Japan" are definitely making into this.