Hitting my head against a wall is not my idea of a good time, and after hitting my head against a wall with the new Pure Bathing Culture album, I realized two things:
- Yeah, I really don’t like hitting my head against a wall, it hurts; and,
- Nothing spoils pleasure like hitting my head against a wall
I think what I’m getting at here is that, for the most part, I like Night Pass, and while every song has something to say, I’m at a loss to describe what they’re trying to say together. Ultimately I’m not sure I give that many shits, because I’ll keep listening to this probably for the rest of the year and then some, but it’s my instinct to search for holistic meaning in things. I guess it’s inevitable that Night Pass would frustrate me.
Still: Give it a listen. It’s fun! You can read my full thoughts over at Paste Magazine.
A Constant Visual Feast 