From My Morning Jacket’s album Z, the first stanza of “Into the Woods”:

A kitten on fire
A baby in a blender
Both sound as sweet as
A night of surrender

The faint sound of whirring blades and the burbling of a baby in the background don’t hurt, either.

This album, like Broken Social Scene’s You Forgot it in People, are staking out a new niche for me: really great albums that I really like but can’t fall in love with. Brilliant ideas here and there, really confident production choices, strong writing, but there are just so many things that I don’t really dig. I’ve fallen head over heels for worse albums. Huh.

Also, I’m listening to everything at double speed this morning. Let’s you notice things you wouldn’t notice without bending the sound of a familiar record out of shape. It’s also making me a touch jumpy: omg everything move so fast ahhhhhhhh! and such.