With 11 months since the Detroit Lions posted a victory, I came to an unearthly conclusion: I don’t remember how to do anything positive in music.
What the hell was the last artist I posted here? Brown Bird? What other music do I even have that is bright-eyed, beautiful and shines hopeful? No sir. I listen to music that speaks of eldritch horrors, gloom-spoke horizons and introspection. I have a face mask in this pandemic featuring a glowering satanic cat.
So imagine my shock, shock, when the Lions pulled this one out of their rumps.