I rarely find myself putting an album on and listening to it in sequence, just my old radio DJ mindset always kicking in when I listen to music, but this album is so crafted for continuous listening that I think this will quickly enter the pantheon of my favorite through-listening recordings.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.