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I'm not going to mixtape this time, actually! I've been in a different mood this week, and so instead of an 8-track playlist, I'm going to recommend two albums I managed to get stuck into in the last few days.
1. Take Cover, Foreign Fields (2016)
I know nothing about the artist in question, which is generally how I (used to?) prefer consuming music. I also don't read lyrics very often. Since English is not my first language, I find it easy to tune out what songs are actually saying, so a lot of times music for me is vibes-first, meaning second.
This album is just very... chewy, chewy in a way that feels good in my ear. It's dense, alternative folk-y but in a way that feels thick instead of stripped-down the way a lot of alter-folk music does. I've been listening to the song Correct Me from this album for a long time, actually—it has great vibes for tortured characters, hence the song's appearance on many of my original character and DnD playlists :) Other highlights from the album listen include I Killed You In The Morning, Weeping Red Devil and In Love Again.
2. Indigo, RM (2022)
I've only been kpop-adjacent for about two years, a little less, actually. BTS was my gateway drug. A lot of people have complicated feelings about them—I can see why, I've heard why, many of the arguments were what actually kept me away from them and the overall genre for a long time. But their music came into my life at a time where the anger, sadness and comfort of it was sorely needed. Namjoon in turn was the member who had wormed his way into my heart in a way none of the others (or anybody from other groups) had done. There's something uncomfortably parasocial about it, but all of his solo works (mono since 2021, and now indigo in particular) give me a sense that we are similar genres of people at the bottom of things.
They cover different genres, but both of these albums share a lot in feeling: there is a wistfulness in them but in a way that feels crawling and visceral, human in a way that feels like my hand is being held—if not in support, then in a venn-diagram of mutual recognition. Art does what it does. Here, I found myself mirrored in scraped-up (dis)comfort.
1. Take Cover, Foreign Fields (2016)
I know nothing about the artist in question, which is generally how I (used to?) prefer consuming music. I also don't read lyrics very often. Since English is not my first language, I find it easy to tune out what songs are actually saying, so a lot of times music for me is vibes-first, meaning second.
This album is just very... chewy, chewy in a way that feels good in my ear. It's dense, alternative folk-y but in a way that feels thick instead of stripped-down the way a lot of alter-folk music does. I've been listening to the song Correct Me from this album for a long time, actually—it has great vibes for tortured characters, hence the song's appearance on many of my original character and DnD playlists :) Other highlights from the album listen include I Killed You In The Morning, Weeping Red Devil and In Love Again.
2. Indigo, RM (2022)
I've only been kpop-adjacent for about two years, a little less, actually. BTS was my gateway drug. A lot of people have complicated feelings about them—I can see why, I've heard why, many of the arguments were what actually kept me away from them and the overall genre for a long time. But their music came into my life at a time where the anger, sadness and comfort of it was sorely needed. Namjoon in turn was the member who had wormed his way into my heart in a way none of the others (or anybody from other groups) had done. There's something uncomfortably parasocial about it, but all of his solo works (mono since 2021, and now indigo in particular) give me a sense that we are similar genres of people at the bottom of things.
They cover different genres, but both of these albums share a lot in feeling: there is a wistfulness in them but in a way that feels crawling and visceral, human in a way that feels like my hand is being held—if not in support, then in a venn-diagram of mutual recognition. Art does what it does. Here, I found myself mirrored in scraped-up (dis)comfort.
