The only albums you should ever feel guilty about are the ones you don’t buy cheap and end up having to pay over 100 dollars for later, or that time you ordered a record for far too much money, only to have the repress announced later that day. Music is wonderful. All of it. While my taste trends towards either atmospheric, hazy black metal, or drugged out, industrial influenced rock and metal, I have a soft spot for female fronted pop. Ok, it’s beyond a soft spot. I adore it. It is splendid music that can be either thought provoking or background noise. It works on sunny days, driving 85 to the beach, or on lonesome nights, sitting in quiet reflection.
On that note, here’s 3 records dorks give me shit for liking: