On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat and a red right hand.

On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat and a red right hand.
Tall buildings shake, voices escape singing sad, sad songs.
There is no morphine, I’m only sleeping. There is no crime to dreams like this.
Come on and get the minimum, before you open up your eyes.
Heed what this wise man says: stay away from redheads.
Keep my real light shining.
An album with a specific, intimate, and special energy to it.
Highly unique yet strangely comforting? Just ask the king of the carrot flowers.
There’s something about the vibe that takes me back to the Nag’s Head pub in Rochester, Kent.
Playful and orchestral, bombastic and pulsing, trippy and sultry.
Record scratches, catchy pop hooks, and Indian influences that will butter the soul.
It grooves and clicks and jumps like a fanciful anxious thought, beautiful and foreboding.
It’s gorgeous and piercing and moving all at once.
Much more than a standard issue album handed out at my undergrad college dorms.
A pop grunge vibe that completely works.
Sure, it’s the “Nothing Compares 2 You” album, but there’s a range of Celtic-influenced rock and gorgeous pure pop to enjoy besides.
An unusual musical locale that’s hard to nail down, but well worth the journey.
Effervescent Britpop from the mid-‘90s with hooks to match.
It’s kind of weird and disturbing and great. Come take the trip.
Uh… this album is crazy. Good crazy, but crazy. Dig it.
Incredible songcraft, wild variety, and the magical odd couple mesh of Campbell’s whispery delightful voice and Lanegan’s world weary soft growl.
If you’re in the mood for a melancholy, quiet, pretty album with a Beatles-y vibe (and with literal Beatles-y lineage), Friendly Fire fits the bill.