Album of the day/week/month/year/decade...Neutral Milk Hotel: In the Aeroplane Over The Sea.

Often, when reviewing an album, it’s important to give readers some yardsticks to deal with: an overall view of what a record sounds like, emotions it may recall, reference points to relate too, and all that bollocks. For some albums, this is just not fucking necessary. In The Aeroplane Over The Sea is so good it makes me want to sit down on my own and cry. Tears of joy yes, but also of sadness; a salty mixture of glee and despair. Glee because amongst all the shit, and the sewage, and the cunts, and the war, and the famine, and the stupid pretentious fucks that we all have to deal with day fucking in, day fucking out, I can come home and listen to Jeff Magnum. Jeff Magnum exists and so does this album. He probably doesn’t even give a fuck, he’s just swanning around trying to avoid the realization that he’s perhaps the most brilliant creator of pop songs on the fucking planet. This album also makes me want to say ‘fuck’ a lot, and that’s because swearing is often the best way to get a fucking point across; and that’s a fucking fact.