The Desert Island Top 10: Lovedrug
I picked up this album at Relative Theory Records (RIP) in early 2004 after hearing the title track on the band's myspace via my good friend Kevin. The copy I bought had been punched as a promotional copy and the record wasn't even supposed to be released for another two weeks, but I wasn't going to complain. Coincidentally, I'd also just acquired Stephen King's Needful Things, a masterpiece of a novel starring the devil as a small-town shopkeeper selling the townspeople their wildest dreams in exchange for their souls. It's now my favorite King novel, perhaps due to this album serving as the soundtrack. On repeat, I played this record while I poured over the pages. Never have I heard darkness and beauty so excellently juxtaposed. Imagery of angels, heaven, and halos is countered by that of demons, rats, and ghosts, an ideal companion to this story of macabre.
I can't hear this record without thinking about that book. Without feeling a swelling in my heart, the rise and fall of something dark. It's like a blood lust. When I hear the opening notes of the first track, I'm transformed into something with teeth, something that smells your heart through the night.
Pretend You're Alive