Speed demons or sweet feelings. The great gamut of music boiled down to that binary definition for most of 2011.
Music had only two roles: to put fire in my belly or smooth my furrowed brow.
I’m not cut out for new fatherhood, even second time around. My synapses need more help than ever to fire and my cranium is forever creaking, aching.
This list – my top 10 albums of 2011 – reflects this.
No black metal, no doom. Neither hip-hop, post-metal nor bass fuckery. Just various blends of death metal, crust and hardcore, preferably with that heartstarting Sunlight tone, or the polar opposite: the pastoral, the dreamy.