Love

I vote that Love's 1st album is the greatest fucking piece of 20th century pop songwriting. I'm a bit of a late bloomer here, I know, and perhaps I'm guilty of bandwagoning ye olde Forever Changes bus. I regret that.

But GOD CHRIST ALMIGHTY. I can't stop listening to this record.

If you hear My Little Red Book and you don't get half chubb, you're a lost cause.

If Can't Explain can't shake a hangover, you must hate living.

If No Matter What You Do doesn't make you pine for every old love that fucked you up, you have no soul.

This album is like therapy. Or like beating a piñata. Raining bittersweet, yet delicious treats.