fun indie pop for when you’re running around on a sunny day, though dude’s endearing west coast vocal inflections can get a little tiring after a sustained listen. the first two tracks are the best of the album (i think, i might’ve just tuned out after 4-5 songs), and in that order. if you don’t like “welcome to your life” or “do you love someone” i doubt you’ll like the record. the former has been on rotation for me, and i feel like the latter will creep in once i’m tired of “welcome to your life”, but it’s essentially just a good pick-and-choose-one-or-two-songs-when-you’re-in-the-mood kind of record.

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as a fan of reverb (see: ben howard’s i forget where we were) i’m sort of drawn to the dark-sounding indie folk of daughter, and keep “youth” in steady rotation. but the blending of the atmospheric sounds from song to song make it difficult to remain gripped by it for the entire record.

“how” was an early favorite that i’ve listened to quite a bit, and “don’t care” was a surprisingly nice upbeat change nearing the back end of the album. but to want to return to the full album means a full 47 minutes of reverb melancholia. in the right wintery/nighttime mood, perhaps, but i can’t see myself pushing through the entire record more than once or twice despite most individual songs holding up fine on their own.

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neither pleasing nor cathartic, which would seem to preclude quality, yet entrañas (translates to “entrails”) provokes, prods, and challenges in a way that engaged like little else defined #music can. skin-crawling moments like the “cement garden” interlude highlight a trying listen, and though i’m not sure it’s #rewarding, it causes emotion. i may never listen to entrañas again, but its dark, eerie, sludge captures arca’s singular dread that he’s lent to the likes of fka twigs, yeezus, and björk. it’s burial if burial were perpetually held to boil without evaporating.

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the fact that his domestic violence case wasn’t even brought up here – instead minimized with “controversial” – is a small part of the large problem that surrounds the sporting industry

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the fundamental idea of ERA+ and other adjusted stats of its ilk is that league average is set at 100…

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wow. something about this feels like high school, despite the fact that i listened to almost exclusively rap back then, and that the quality is awesome (retrospection is a bitch re: teenage music taste)

typical punk/emo theme of struggling young adulthood, but incredibly melodic and and yet somehow reminiscent. like a more upbeat american football. quick 24 minute listen, but very rewarding after my first two spins.

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what i like to call gateway indie

some okay moments if you dig, but mostly just meh paint-by-numbers indie rock

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A Justin Vernon neologism, “paramind” draws upon Ancient Greek etymology of the prefix “para-”, typically meant to indicate beside, beyond, outside of, or against. It poetically marks Vernon’s transcendence beyond “positionality”, from being “In the stair up off the hot car lot” to being in a “living dream” hauled away, and becoming a word “off the page.”

“Paramind”, then, seem to connote auxiliary thoughts, perhaps recalling the idioms “in the back of (one’s) mind” or “out of sight, out of mind”, or perhaps fragments of thoughts and memories beyond words.

It may also convey a kind of transcendence that takes place. As opposed to having something “on your mind,” something is taking place beyond comprehension. Even with the ambiguity of the double negative that follows (“There ain’t no meaning anymore”), there appears to be both meaning and nothingness at once. As much as there exists an inner quality that makes up who we are, there exists only us in relation to the ones we are with.

The line “Paramind” operates as the chorus equivalent and contrast to the line “Canonize”. Where “paramind” takes us past where we were before, “canonize” calls on us to treat what was as something to remember and adore. The words describe the tensions, passions, and experiences of romance, even as the song as a whole subtly acknowledges that nothing adequately describes this.

“Paramind” is phonetically similar to the word “paramour,” which means a secret or an illicit lover. “Paramind” takes on its own meaning, but evoking “paramour” seems intentional, given the use of “alimony butterflies” in the third chorus.

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