There's so much I could say for my retrospective on #Spiderland. This record changed my life, and remains my number one album of all time.
Its lyrics and sound are meticulously crafted, characterized by quiet, haunting refrains that get churned into crunchy, fuzzy, velvety explosions of sonic catharsis. Its conception itself is marked by legends of mental breakdowns and psychological ruin.
All of its members had been previously active in #Punk, #Hardcore, and/or #Metal projects. This is made obvious when you listen to Slint's lesser-known first album, #Tweez, an experimental project in which each of its tracks are named after a band member's father or mother. Within its sound is a grotesque irreverence inspired by the likes of #Fugazi and squeezed through a barely-constrained pretense of music.
The deposit that resulted from Tweez's filtering became the soil for Spiderland. Its starting track, Breadcrumb Trail, a vaguely analogous story about a boy and a girl fortune teller riding a rollercoaster, acts as a prologue for not only the album as a whole, but Slint's newly refined sound, which features spoken word interludes intersected with raw, throaty screams of post-adolescent confusion and anguish, as well as patterns of soft-hard/slow-fast instrumentality.
Jarringly concluded in the closing track Good Morning, Captain, Spiderland isn't just a progenitor of #MathRock, but a masterpiece in its own right, and a timeless confrontation with your own subconscious.
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