flood napoleon apres moi, le deluge 010130 ... silentbob my love is like a storm when it rains it pours 010130 ... dean-bean My first They Might be Giant's album. Wow, that was simple suprise, during a simpler time. 010402 ... mister horrible i don't mind, the thing that bothers me is: someone keeps moving my chair 010402 ... user24 destroyed several families last year, property ruined by raging waters who are angry at being held back all these years. 040723 ... warmthofrelease 10 years ago Boris changed the way I think about music. They changed me entirely. It's a seamless 4 part epic, each part being distinct but still connected. II has some beautiful guitar work, III is the immense shattering noise_beauty one would expect from the band, IV is harder to appreciate especially at first but it's beautiful in its own way and not only fitting but necessary. But I is what really floors me. I is the part which is not beautiful. It's educational. Mathematical. Brilliant. Such a simple concept and yet so revealing. 2 melodies, looped over one another, slowly growing more out of sync with one another at each repetition. Therefore creating a new rhythmic relationship between each of the two melodies with every repetition. Each loop is its own distinct musical expression. So even though it's born of repetition, on a performative level there is no repetition. It's different every time. It's an argument against time. It strips down the boundaries of rhythm and tempo which imply synchronicity in most music, but not this. Almost nothing I've ever listened to has made a stronger or longer lasting impression on me. Does it "sound good" to most people? Maybe not. I understand if this serves little purpose to anyone. But it's permanently changed me. And I think it's one of the most challenging and rewarding musical ideas ever. 240920 ... rubydee Apocalyptic. Catastrophic. Take the words and throw them in the air like all the dreams and homes of mountain people rushing down the creeks and Rivers and streams. Dreams and lives and children tied to trees with their parents' cell phone numbers scribbled on their arms in sharpies. Phones that will go straight to voicemail forever. There is no one to answer. Everyone is gone. Whole families wiped away, mountains melted and farms ruined. Complete economic disaster for a region already struggling to hold the weight of the failing American dream where rent is still due and the leaves are beginning to change bringing bitter cold. And the phone rings and goes straight to voicemail and my heart breaks a thousand times a day. 241005 what's it to you? who go blather from