Rings Around the World – The Bookish Mutant

Sunday Songs: 6/1/25

Posted on June 1, 2025 by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Sunday, bibliophiles, and more importantly, HAPPY PRIDE!! I’ll have more specifically pride-related posts coming soon, but for now: remember that no president or legislation can unmake your queerness. No one has that power over you. You are loved. You are cherished just the way you are. 🌈 I hope this week has treated you well.

This week: PLEASE NO NO NO I’M SORRY I KNOW PRETTY MUCH REPEATED THE SAME COLOR SCHEME WITHIN THE SPAN OF TWO WEEKS I’M SORRY PLEEEEEASE…does it help that I’ve double-dipped on St. Vincent for pride?

Enjoy this week’s songs!

SUNDAY SONGS: 6/1/25

“Shoot Doris Day” – Super Furry Animals

Three years after listening to it, I’d still put Rings Around the World as one of my favorite albums of all time. Still around #9, though I think things have shifted slightly in my lineup. I can’t make any promises, but I might revisit this post one of these days. Back then, I described the sound of the album as fully-formed, “like Athena bursting out of the skull of Zeus.” Admittedly, I do go crazy with the flowery language, but for once, I actually stand by it. Rings Around the World is one of those albums that makes you think it just sprung out of nowhere. It’s a living, breathing being of an album, so cohesive yet so readily embracing of every possibility. Like turning a Doobie Brothers-like melody into full on EDM in the course of seven minutes. Super Furry Animals are seriously something special. Just when you’ve thought they’ve got a pattern going, Gruff Rhys and company pop out new twists like whack-a-moles, ready with another kick to the senses.

“Shoot Doris Day” is one of those tracks, and no, Gruff Rhys isn’t out for blood (though Doris Day was alive and well when Rings Around the World came out)—it’s the camera form of shooting, thankfully. And like the high-drama cinema that inspired some of the lyrics (Rhys said he simply added them in to match the cinematic nature of the intro), the intro speeds out of nowhere, bursting into a swell of strings and clattering pianos, yet it fades away to acoustic guitars in mere seconds. The best quality of Super Furry Animals, to me, is their uncanny ability to keep their listeners on their toes. “Shoot Doris Day” is a song that repeatedly gives the listener a false sense of security, then pulls the rug out from them several times over. Rugs upon rugs upon rugs…until the disparate elements are reunited at the 2:07 mark, a swirl that meshes naturally as the song finally allows you to let your guard down, in time for an anthemic sway with equally anthemic lyrics: “I’ve some feelings that I can’t get through/I’ll just binge on crack and tiramisu.”

…as one does.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

Light Years from Home – Mike Chen – a book with two distinctly different genres that clash in surprising ways.

“Cissus” – David Byrne & St. Vincent

Another St. Vincent song that she…did not play live when I saw her, and probably won’t again unless she teams up with David Byrne again. Five years after Love this Giant soundtracked the early days of lockdown, I discovered Brass Tactics, an EP of remixes and live performances from the tour, as well as this outtake. With the same brassy march, David Byrne and Annie Clark take their keen teamwork to an unassuming image. I fully thought that, given the imagery of the album, there would be some strange turmoil at the heart of the song. But no, the cissus in question is a kind of vine, and one that Byrne and Clark chronicle as it grows and crawls over a stone wall. Their lyrics have the feel of Victorian poetry as they describe its journey: “Cissus, you keeper of the shadows/Scaling my stone, terrace aswarm in summer.” In their shared language, the gradual crawling and blooming of the cissus vine becomes a kind of heroic march worthy of a flag-bearing procession. And it absolutely is—there’s nothing I like more than when artists turn something as mundane as vines crawling up a wall into a brass-helmed display of utmost grandeur.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

Taproot – Keezy Young – as the subtitle says, this graphic novel is “a story of a gardener and a ghost,” and there are vines aplenty.

“For the Cold Country” – Black Country, New Road

I’ve had a surprisingly good streak of opening bands at concerts this year. Now joining the ranks of Hana Vu (for Soccer Mommy) and Tyler Ballgame (for Shakey Graves) are Black Country, New Road. They’d been floating on the edge of my periphery from years of pretentious music memes on my instagram explore page, but I never showed an interest in them. I was at least intrigued when they came onstage…with a lute, a saxophone, a keyboard tuned to sound like a harpsichord, and enough recorders to imitate a 5th grade recital. I fully thought that there was about to be some Arcade Fire funny business afoot, but boy, was I wrong. Mostly. I could not get on board with the recorders. But I can’t deny that Black Country, New Road are a talented bunch. At worst, they veer towards the proggy, “Dibbles the Dormouse Has Lost His Lucky Handkerchief (Movements I-IV)” for me, but at their best, they’re a truly inventive, adventurous group of musicians.

A comparison that sprung to mind after hearing all of the harpsichord tomfoolery was, of all bands, XTC. Sonically they’re fairly different, but Black Country, New Road take the same approach of modernizing a distinctly British, pastoral flavor into their music. Modern subjects rub shoulders with medieval ones, and it all has the misty feeling of drifting over the English countryside in the melting stages of late winter. Forever Howlong, has its ups and downs (one down namely being the recorder ensemble on the title track), but “For the Cold Country,” both live and in the studio, feels like the summation of the best of the band. Beginning with an “Abbey”-like chorus of vocalists Georgia Ellery, Tyler Hyde, and May Kershaw, the track meanders as it tells the acoustic, fog-touched tale of a wandering knight laying down his arms and wandering across the countryside. As the track progresses, it becomes a more orchestral march, the vocals galloping like the patter of horse hooves. But what made “For the Cold Country” my favorite of their songs is the cinematic sweep that comes in at the 2/3rds mark—as the knight confronts the ghost of his past self among frigid waters. The acoustic guitar creeps back in, only to give way to an explosive swell of instrumentals that seem to shake the dirt beneath the foundation that the song built, accompanying an unexpected storm and flashes of lightning. Live, it really felt like something had possessed the audience, all bathed in warm light as all of the instruments howled, but what pulls it all together is the feeling of being on a journey—pretentious as it is, I can’t deny the chills when it was all over, feeling as though I’d just been on a trek through freezing rain and snow. Forever Howlong is a solid album if you’d like to give it a go—again, even if it’s not fully for me, it’s a delightfully inventive and fun entry into 2025’s musical history.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

Godkiller – Hannah Kaner – all of the characters in Godkiller certainly join up in a similar arc to this song, but I thought particularly of Elo, a knight who gives up his former mantle.

“Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” – The Police

I’m struggling to write anything terribly flowery or excessively pick apart the lyrics, because some songs just defy analysis. It’s not that “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic” is some overcomplicated epic—it’s the exact opposite, and yet it’s just a perfect song. It’s a hit that deserved every minute of airplay it got in the ’80s and in my dad’s car when I was a little kid. As with what I’ve heard of…well, every Police song back in the day, this song went through more lives than your average cat, and the studio probably looked like one of those cartoon fights where there’s a squiggly ball of dust with several hands sticking out (and Stewart Copeland’s drumsticks) when they were recording it. Yet what came out is, fully acknowledging the cliche, absolutely magic. Some songs just instantly capture a kind of unbridled joy and innocence, and you can’t help but be taken along for the ride, no matter what state you’re in. Everything about it is so bright—the tone of the steel drums in the chorus, Sting’s ecstatic vocals, Copeland’s pattering drumming, the guitar tone…I’m not even a Police superfan, but I might go so far as to say that this is one of the more pure love songs of the ’80s. The lyrics are so timelessly starry-eyed—it never feels cloyingly sweet, but how can “Do I have to tell the story/Of a thousand rainy days since we first met?/It’s a big enough umbrella/But it’s always me that ends up getting wet” not charm you? It’s given me a warm, fuzzy feeling since childhood, and time has never dulled that magic.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

Roll for Love – M.K. England – a pure, sweet love story with both romantic and fictional magic (in the form of DnD).

“Sugarboy” – St. Vincent

Two weeks of these posts since I actually saw St. Vincent, and now I actually have a song that she played to show for it.

I kind of hated MASSEDUCTION when it came out. To this day, I’m still firm in the belief that it’s St. Vincent’s worst album. Half the fandom might want to put my head on a pike for that, but for a singer with an established trend of matching albums to personas, there wasn’t much that was her about the album. The more I think about it, I can’t help but correlate that with the alienation and lack of personhood she felt at the time, what with being in a multitude of ill-fated relationships, namely with Cara Delevigne, the latter of whom caused British paparazzi to scout out the Clark family home in Texas to find out who she was and why she was dating a famous model. That disregard for her privacy and mental health resulted in an album that musically feels like it lacks a self. Peel back the latex and heels, and Annie Clark was hardly there—she was a shell of herself, clearly. Don’t get me wrong—there are some tracks on MASSEDUCTION that I frequently revisit to this day (see: “Hang On Me,” “Pills”) and even though 14-year-old me thought that this album was the letdown of the century, I still have a fair deal of nostalgia attached to the songs I liked.

“Sugarboy” was not one of those songs. For a while, I vaguely remembered it as one of the worst of the bunch, and it faded into mental obscurity. However, seeing it live has completely reoriented the song for me. Even though the MASSEDUCTION era was in the dust for both times I saw it live, “Sugarboy” transcended the ’70s setpieces of Daddy’s Home and was practically made for the rabid anger and fear of All Born Screaming. On the former, the backup singers lifted the lights off of the set pieces and waved them around like giant glowsticks as the song devolved into chaos. This tour didn’t see as many theatrics, but it was one of the most energetic songs of the setlist, which, given All Born Screaming, is really saying something. Upon reflection, this might be one of the best songs on MASSEDUCTION. The narrative of the album clearly has a through line, starting with a flicker of hopeful romance (“Hang On Me”), then immediately going into debauchery, drugs, sex, and materialism (“Masseduction“-“Los Ageless”), and then into the drawn-out crash and burn that ends with the harrowing “Smoking Section.” As the climax of the overindulgence, “Sugarboy” embodies the whirlwind of all of it, a kind of manic chaos as she both uses others and is in turn, used herself. The breakneck pace of the music, along with the shrieking, autotuned chorus behind her, feels like a fast-forwarded shot through a trashed ballroom—everything is in disarray, and the red smeared on people’s faces makes it impossible to tell blood from lipstick. The desperate cries of “I am a lot like you!/I am alone like you!” in the chorus are needles through the mindlessness, cries for help amidst the all-consuming sea of overindulgence. Even the studio version feels like being dragged along at inhuman speeds, ricocheting off the walls as the synths thrum through your ribcage. Like the lyrics say, she’s “hangin’ on from the balcony” (a reference to show antics that she frequently used to do), but her fingers are barely holding on from the adrenaline.

…AND A BOOK TO GO WITH IT:

Fireheart Tiger – Aliette de Bodard – “Oh, here I go/A casualty/Hangin’ on from the balcony/Oh, here I go/Makin’ a scene/Oh here I am, your pain machine…”

Since this post consists entirely of songs, consider all of them to be today’s song.

That’s it for this week’s Sunday Songs! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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Sunday Songs: 7/30/23

Posted on July 30, 2023 by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Sunday, bibliophiles!

I only just found out that today is Kate Bush’s birthday, and sadly, I don’t have any of her music on this week’s batch for the occasion. But it’s just been announced that Mitski is getting ready to play with our emotions again this September, so I guess we’d better buckle up…

Enjoy this week’s songs!

SUNDAY SONGS: 7/30/23

“I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams” – Weezer

Listen. LISTEN. I didn’t intend to weeze you all without warning, I promise. Blame Snail Mail for this one. Get weez’d.

Weezer (The Blue Album) was one of those random albums that I happened to listen to on a whim sometime during the summer of 2020. And, yes, despite the abundant memes and the general smelly incel vibe of most of the male portion of the fandom, Weezer can write a good song. Key word there is a good song. The Blue Album is basically the same song 10 times over, but it’s a good song. I’m not gonna sit here and act like “Buddy Holly” isn’t one of the catchiest tunes that the 90’s ever conceived of. But it wasn’t enough for me to go deeper into their discography, and everything that Pitchfork/Stereogum posts about Rivers “I won’t rest ’till I drop and the crowd goes YEET” Cuomo and co. hasn’t exactly encouraged me. And yet…Weezer with a woman singing? Such a simple change made me feel like I’d ascended into some whole new dimension. Look. I don’t have a CLUE how this song has had the chokehold that it’s had on me for the past two weeks. Never in my life would I have anticipated enjoying a Weezer song nearly as much as I have with this track. But I’m enjoying it wholeheartedly.

“I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams” (if that isn’t the weeziest Weezer song title to ever weeze) has apparently been making a comeback; I must’ve missed it trending on TikTok last year for whatever reason, but either way, Weezer have been bringing it back for their most recent tour, calling on the likes of Snail Mail and Momma to fill in for the female vocals, originally sung by Rachel Haden. It’s a b-side, originally from a scrapped rock opera (again, exactly the kind of thing you’d expect Rivers Cuomo to do) titled Songs from the Black Hole, that only saw the light of day once they came out with the deluxe edition of Pinkteron, which was partially cobbled together from Black Hole; Haden, shamefully, wasn’t paid for her phenomenal vocals on this song, but given its recent spike in popularity, I would hope that she’s getting the last laugh now. There’s really a special magic to this song: it’s got just the right amount of glimmering, space-tinged power pop to make me smile with every listen. The texture of it really does recall some kind of shiny, retro space opera world, with bright red starships and glittering cities on faraway planets. Rachel Haden has a voice that truly soars—it’s already a feat to keep her range so high for most of the song, but once she reaches the second chorus, her voice really seems to burst like a rocket hitting light speed, all at once sweet and rich—perfect for the tone of this contagiously catchy lament. And of course, it’s that perfect earworm length, just over two and a half minutes long, making it impossible to not listen to it on repeat. (Needless to say, my Apple Music Replay is gonna be a wreck this year…)

“the way things go” – beabadoobee

beabadoobee has always been someone on the edges of my periphery; she seems somewhat adjacent to a good amount of the music I listen to (Soccer Mommy, boygenius, Beach Bunny, etc.), but I’ve only ever heard snippets of her music. They were all good snippets, but none of them fully convinced me to listen to her music. That is, until I came upon this video of her first time performing “the way things go” in its infancy last year, a clip taken from her Instagram live:

You know me. This video was perfect sadgirl bait. But something about the combination of the original key and the hypnotic melody made for a song that latched itself to me in the times that I thought I’d forgotten about it. Plus…okay, her expressions are just adorable. I love her already.

Part of me is still partial to the original key, but seeing the shift to the more mature, healed version that finally saw the light of day about a week and a half ago has been such a treat, even from me, pretty much a beabadoobee virgin. Setting aside the fact that the first beabadoobee song to catch my eye seems to be one of her only breakup songs (ouch), “the way things go” is such an immaculately curated song; even if we hadn’t seen several iterations of it shift over the months, it would still be the delicate slice of melancholy-but-hopeful meticulous craft that it is. Everything about it sounds lush and richly-layered, with Bea Kristi’s original guitar twisting through all manner of other instruments (strings, flutes…maybe even a bit of mandolin?) like vines up an old stone wall. Kristi’s voice is as feather-light as the tutus on the music video’s ballerinas, even more endearing than the candid video; even though the change from “the love you said you had, it never showed” to “sometimes showed” is, on the surface less powerful than the original (the inverse of Will Toledo changing “filling out forms from a working printer” to “busted printer” on “Something Soon”?), it’s more evident of personal healing, and that should always be prioritized over emotional “depth” just because it’s sadder. As Kristi says, “I’m happy now, I ought to let you know.”

(sidenote: does anyone have a good place to start w listening to beabadoobee? I think I’m convinced now…)

“Caroline” – Arlo Parks

I talked a bit about Arlo Parks’ more recent music last week, and that was about when I started dipping my toes into her music. I’m still not sure about albums at this point, given my ridiculously Sisyphean album bucket list, but I had a vague recollection of hearing about this song and “Eugene,” both some of her more popular songs, and both of them names, as you could probably tell. And like “Pegasus (feat. Phoebe Bridgers),” both of them went STRAIGHT to the library playlist. I’ve already made many a memory of straightening shelves to the tune of Parks singing “Caroline, I swear to god I tried/I swear to god I tried.”

“Caroline” has an undeniable rhythm. It’s the perfect kind of mid-tempo song: fast enough to nod your head to, but slow enough that it draws you in like honey. Filming parts of the music video in a swimming pool was the perfect choice; the bright blue of the chlorinated water and its gentle, cool flow match this song perfectly. It steadily ripples along, anchored by its hypnotic, immediately hooking drums and the flitting guitar notes that fade into it. I still hold that Arlo Parks has one of the more unique singing voices that I can think of—it has a strange, mercurial quality of being both high and rich, light and thick. And without a doubt, it’s a voice that has no trouble telling a story. In this case, that story is of watching a couple fighting in public. Parks’ fly-on-the-wall approach to framing “Caroline” makes for no shortage of fleshed-out imagery, from the man’s spilled coffee to the necklace that the woman throws into his face. It’s got all the instrumentation of a catchy, indie pop tune, with just the amount of storytelling I like.

“Amen” – Gruff Rhys

In my on-and-off, two year Super Furry Animals kick, I hadn’t even thought to look into Gruff Rhys’ solo career. That’ll come later for me, of course, but again, as always, my dad came through with two of his newest songs, and even though I don’t know a single thing about the soundtrack that they’re from, I’m 100% hooked.

Taken from the soundtrack of the 2022 movie The Almond and The Seahorse (fun name, for sure), “Amen” would be begging for some kind of movie scene if it wasn’t already on this album. Without the context of hearing the rest of Rhys’ solo career, it’s hard to say exactly where the sonic shift from Super Furry Animals to just him happened; whether or not it’s just more suited to the tone of the movie (which would make sense, given that the inciting incident appears to be the main character having a traumatic brain injury) is up in the air, but either way, there’s a more stripped-down quality to “Amen.” Super Furry Animals, for me, were defined by making wacky, experimental, and purely fun (Welsh) Britpop records, sometimes delving into EDM-adjacent insanity (“No Sympathy”) and longer, emotional tracks (“Run! Christian, Run!”), often on the same album (Rings Around the World, #9 on my top 10 favorite albums). They could do grandeur, they could do silliness, they could do political statements. And even though the weirdness is what usually what endears me to Gruff Rhys, “Amen” presents that grandeur without as much of the weirdness, but with no emotional weight lost along the way. Accompanied by strings and Rhys’ gently rasping voice, the piano is the real star of this song; when the instrumentals almost fade to silence at 0:43, only to give way to Rhys’ plea of “I can give you more” and his steady, descending piano chords, I can’t help but feel as though something monumental is shifting around me. I feel like somebody’s pulling at the folds of a dress I’m wearing, and those piano chords turn it from a simple thing into a flowing, layered wedding gown. It’s a song that takes you by the hand and spins you around, and to get that feeling with every listen is such a joy. We really need to appreciate the genius of Gruff Rhys more.

“Bug Like an Angel” – Mitski

As if this year wasn’t already rife with exciting new music, we’ve got new music due from Mitski in September, only a year and a half after her last album! Granted, I feel like her last album (Laurel Hell) was hit or miss, but I’ve gotten to the point where I can expect for most of her music to be compelling, at the very least. And with a title like The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We, at least something’s bound to be compelling about this new record.

“Bug Like an Angel” certainly is, in its own, quietly captivating way. This title, like the album title (there’s a fair amount of interesting titles on this record…”Buffalo Replaced” is certainly memorable), immediately grabbed me, and from there, Mitski sucked me into another hypnotically haunting song. Most of the song is just her accompanied by an acoustic guitar and the same audio effects that she seems to have been using for most of her careers, but it’s a tricksy. Just as you turn the volume up to hear it better, she hits you with the thrumming, cavernous hum of her voice against a 17-member gospel choir. And as many have noted, “Bug Like an Angel” really does have a hymnal feel, with or without of Mitski’s choral garb in the music video, as well as the track’s final refrain: “I try to remember/The wrath of the devil/Was also given him by God.” There’s no real chorus, but after each verse ends, the choir takes up a chant of the verse’s final (or close to final) words in repetition, voices abruptly rising in volume as Mitski commands them. She has always been commanding—with her combination of lyricism and the power in her voice, it’s hard not to take up the chant of one of her songs or another. So here I am, knowing that I only really liked half of Laurel Hell, returning to the gut feeling of knowing that Mitski has at least a few more gorgeous tracks up her sleeve. I’m certainly saving this one for safekeeping.

Since this post consists entirely of songs, consider all of them to be today’s song.

That’s it for this week’s Sunday Songs! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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Sunday Songs: 2/5/23

Posted on February 5, 2023 by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Sunday, everyone!

It’s February now, and what better way to start the month off than with an excess of Super Furry Animals? I hereby claim no responsibility for any damages caused by any bipedal, masked, bear-like demon-creatures that may cross your path. They’re best deterred by repeated screaming, if you want my advice. And look out for the chupacabras while you’re at it.

Enjoy this week’s songs!

SUNDAY SONGS: 2/5/23

“The International Language of Screaming” – Super Furry Animals

I finally listened to all of Radiator (which I seriously think boasts one of my favorite album covers…ever, really. You really won with this one, Pete Fowler.) earlier in the week, and it just felt like pure fun all the way through. I know how vague of a description that is, but listening to almost every track (save for the downer “Download”) gives me the sense that Gruff Rhys and company had a blast recording every single song. Knowing that this comes an album or two before the masterpiece that is Rings Around the World, Radiator feels like the band keeping the cheerful, carefree spirit that they’ve always maintained, but just starting to get weird with it—they haven’t quite gotten into the flat-out experimental territory of Rings just yet, but you can see it peering through the cracks just as well. My only criticism that I can think of for Radiator is that some of the songs blend together a bit, but it’s not a complaint if they all sound almost as good as this one. “The International Language of Screaming” is a clear standout—it’s a concentrated shot of Britpop fun straight to the heart, pure and simple. Maybe it isn’t as weird as some of my other SFA favorites, but I can’t help but nodding my head to every “la la la la” and ecstatic “WOO!” every time it comes around on shuffle. It’s joy with a side of popping colors and punchy guitars.

“By the Sea” – Wendy & Bonnie

Apologies for the whiplash from going straight from “The International Language of Screaming” to this eeriness. But, as with far too much with this post, there’s an inevitable Super Furry Animals connection.

I first found out that this song existed because of “Hello Sunshine”; I distinctly remembered a part at the beginning that creeped me out as a kid, so, naturally, I set out to find it. Sure enough, it was a sample of this song (0:00-0:47 in the video), and the rest of the song is…just as creepy. Recorded when Wendy and Bonnie Flowers were 17 and 13, respectively, it’s a chilling, atmospheric song that feels just as gray as a cold, churning sea crashing against a rocky shore. Punctuated by seemingly random fills of soft drums and out-of-sync guitar strums, there’s a strange discordance about it. It’s clear that the vocals were intended to be the main attraction here, their lilting harmonies shining through the cloudy fog of the rest of the song. It’s a great listen, but at the same time, it’s strangely comforting to think that I’m still creeped out now by the same thing that I was creeped out at when I was 5. I still don’t get why I was freaked out by some random clip from Baby Einstein, but this is understandable. There’s really something about Wendy & Bonnie, huh?

“Everyday Sunshine” – Fishbone

“Everyday Sunshine” takes on a whole new meaning when you wake up on Monday morning and see that it’s -6° outside. Anybody else sick of winter? No? Just me?

Aaaaaaaand another whiplash-inducing left turn, but we’re back to happy songs, don’t worry! We’re back to what’s close to the epitome of happy songs, as a matter of fact. I found this one courtesy of my amazing mom, and I haven’t stopped nodding my head ever since. If Super Furry Animals tried to embody joy, this is inches away from the pinnacle of the feeling itself. Just like the colorful murals and fields of blue and orange wildflowers in the music video, “Everyday Sunshine” is a sunburst (no pun intended) of carefree ska happiness. Every note from the brass section and every drumbeat brings armfuls of hope, and you can’t help but look out at the cloudy skies and try and find that tiny sliver of sunshine poking through. It’s the perfect bandaid for every mood: happy? Play this song. Neutral? Play this song. Sad? Play it and dance by yourself until your troubles are but motes of pollen drifting away from the aforementioned field of wildflowers. Again, a big thank you to my mom for this one. ☀️

“True Blue” – boygenius

With that, we’re…back on the sadgirl train, but…this one’s at least not nearly as heartbreaking as “Emily I’m Sorry,” so…

The harmonies of Julien Baker, Phoebe Bridgers, and Lucy Dacus obviously fit together like it was written in the stars, but even so, you can see whose songs are whose—and this is Lucy’s song, without question, even if the handwritten in the lyric video didn’t give it away. It has their signature melancholy written all over it, but somehow, it feels more on the tender side, like learning to love somebody after you’ve only just started to heal yourself. Dacus’ voice is a soft but pushing force, gently letting the song form itself around her as it swirls into the night sky, while the higher harmonies of Baker and Bridgers seamlessly flow through to the chorus and the bridge—I particularly love how Baker’s high notes come through on the bridge—”Because it doesn’t matter anymore/Who won the fight?/I’m not keeping score.” Songs like this really display the two sides of boygenius—it’s a song where one member takes the lead, but they still come together as a single, cohesive force of nature.

“The Man Don’t Give a Fuck” – Super Furry Animals

“Out of focus ideology/Keep the masses from majority/Head space brainwashed, tumble dried/Left to bleed whilst vultures glide…”

…oh, so they just went and gave the GOP their own theme song, huh? On second thought…no. The GOP doesn’t deserve such a monumental banger.

I hate to double up here, but the Super Furry Animals train has left the station, and it’ll be an eternity before it reaches its destination. This song has quickly risen to become one of my favorites of theirs; it may not be as weird or experimental as some of my other favorites, but it’s a tight, four-minute burst of head-banging. From the deceptively slow build of the first minute, the music cascades into pure fuzz and drumbeats, and though the music drops out for short intervals, it never once loses its unstoppable momentum. It’s easy to see why this was one of their most popular songs: even though the chorus dominates almost the entire song, you can’t help but get up on your feet the minute the drums kick in. The slow creep of the vocals and jingle bells that starts at around the 2:30 mark builds suspense with a gradual layering of harmonies, building to a raucous screams that pushes right back into the ecstasy of the chorus. Almost 5 minutes of the same line (“you know they don’t give a fuck about anybody else”), and it never gets tiring—on the contrary, it’s already my second-most played song of the year, according to Apple Music. That’s an earworm for you.

Since this post consists entirely of songs, consider all of them to be today’s song.

That’s it for this week’s Sunday Songs! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

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A (Possibly Mutable) List of my Top 10 Favorite Albums

Posted on July 28, 2022 by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Thursday, bibliophiles!

I’ve been meaning to semi-solidify this list (for now) for quite a while, but I think it was looking back through Hundreds & Thousands of Books’ post about her top 10 albums that sparked the idea in me to make a post about it, so thank you!

Even though this blog is primarily about books, I’d be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge that music has had an equally profound effect on my life. Raised by two music nerds, I grew up listening to tons of Beatles and Bowie, and as I grew older, I began to mark periods of my life by the music I listened to. But there are always certain albums that leave an unmistakable mark on our lives. Some of mine have been steadfast favorites, and others I’ve only discovered in the past few months. All of them, however, have had a profound effect on me, whether it’s just been the experiencing something that’s just so, so good or marking a specific period in my life. So here are, right now, my 10 favorite albums.

Let’s begin, shall we?

🎵THE BOOKISH MUTANT’S TOP 10 FAVORITE ALBUMS🎵

10. Snail Mail – Lush (2018)

The summer of 2018 was a strange one for me—the summer before high school, and the summer I started seriously questioning my sexuality. I have Lush to thank for getting me through a lot of it, with Lindsey Jordan’s soaring guitar riffs and searingly vulnerable lyrics shining through in a debut like no other. Snail Mail is partially what inspired me to pick up the guitar—and I definitely think meeting her at a show that summer when I was a wee bisexual did something to my pubescent brain that I wouldn’t recover from…💀

Favorite Track: “Heat Wave”

9. Super Furry Animals – Rings Around the World (2001)

I remember hearing tracks like “Sidewalk Serfer Girl” and “(Drawing) Rings Around the World” from when I was about 5, but it wasn’t until this March that I appreciated this masterpiece of an album in its entirety. Something that makes me love a piece of media—be it a book, a movie, an album, or anything else—that much more is that if there’s clear evidence of how much love and care was put into it. And it’s blatantly evident here—Rings Around the World is brimming with creativity, and through all of the genres of music they explore, there isn’t a single miss. There’s something so fully-formed about it, like it just came into the world like Athena bursting forth from the skull of Zeus.

Favorite track: “No Sympathy”

8. Wilco – Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (2001)

This album’s one that’s been a constant in my life; Wilco is one of my dad’s favorite bands, and I’ve been hearing them for so long that they’ve become inextricably linked to my personal history. (Wilco was my first concert, at the age of 8!) But this album in particular is the most special of theirs to me; like Rings Around the World, I’ve been listening to isolated songs from it for years, but the whole album is a true work of art, sonically and lyrically immersive and always emotionally moving and potent.

Favorite track(s): oh, man, this is hard…

I’ve settled on a three-way tie between “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart,” “Ashes of American Flags,” and “Reservations.”

7. Car Seat Headrest – Teens of Denial (2016)

Another gem from the summer of 2018, this one always brings to mind dozens of fond memories—seeing Car Seat Headrest live (and subsequently tainting all of my concert videos from my off-key scream-singing), repainting my room, going on vacation in Chicago. Car Seat Headrest have been a favorite of mine since around 8th grade, but the more I think about it, the more Teens of Denial in particular stands out as my favorite album—clever, vulnerable, raw, and perfect for 14-year-old me to scream along to.

Favorite track: “Cosmic Hero”

6. The Beatles – The White Album (1968)

I guess I’ve got a theme going with the red and white album covers? I don’t think it holds up later in the list…

As I said earlier, I was undoubtably raised on the Beatles; some of my earliest memories are of hearing songs like “Good Day Sunshine” and “Yellow Submarine” in the car, and I’ve adored them ever since. I’ve flip-flopped between albums for a favorite Beatles album for years, and it feels like it changes with my mood; some days, it was Revolver, other times it was Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. But between having some of my favorite Beatles songs of all time and the solace it gave me in the early days of quarantine, The White Album takes the top spot for me—I think “I’m So Tired” is my most played song on my whole iTunes library. (somehow I’ve played it over 2,500 times?? didn’t even know I was capable of such a thing 💀)

Favorite track(s): tie between “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” and “I’m So Tired”

5. Spiritualized – Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space (1997)

I fell in love with Spiritualized, as a lot of people seemed to do, after hearing the title track, “Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space.” Ever since then, they’ve held a truly special place in my heart; I rediscovered them in quarantine, and this album in particular has held a top spot for me ever since. Despite all the abject heartbreak, addiction, and general melancholy present through this album (and all of J. Spaceman’s music), there’s a cosmic, immersive quality to his music that swallows me like a wave with every song. Listening to Spiritualized is more than just music—it’s an experience in and of itself.

Favorite track: “Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space”

4. Blur – 13 (1999)

Like Super Furry Animals, I’ve been hearing scattered Blur songs throughout my childhood, “Song 2,” “Coffee & TV,” and “Charmless Man” being standouts. But it wasn’t until last summer that I got back into Blur—really into Blur. (You all witnessed the Blurification of this blog last year…) There’s something instantly hooking about their songs—the clever lyrics, the punchy guitars that seem to burst out of your headphones. But 13 is uniquely special to me; it was my musical companion in a strange, transitionary period of my life (the beginning of senior year and being a legal adult…somehow?). Beyond that, it’s so clear that so much time and love went into this record—through every high and low, there’s a consistent resonance that you can feel in your chest. It’s a masterpiece. It’s an album that I’ve come back to ever since when I’ve felt low—there’s a healing quality to it.

Favorite track: “Tender”—also my favorite song of all time, at the moment

3. St. Vincent – St. Vincent (2014)

adding another white album cover to the mix, I guess?

St. Vincent, without a doubt, is responsible for shaping some of my most formative years. Middle school was a weird time for me—I was struggling with friendships, forming my identity, and getting teased for the things I loved so passionately. And here was St. Vincent, this confident, ridiculously talented musician who wielded her guitar like a sword into battle. So you can imagine how I got attached to her. Even if MASSEDUCTION made me lose a little faith in her for a few years, she’ll always remain as a hero of mine, and St. Vincent in particular will always be a daring, fierce masterpiece that sweeps me off my feet every time—and the album that got me through 6th grade.

Favorite track: “Bad Believer” (on the deluxe edition), “Severed Crossed Fingers” (on the original edition)

2. Radiohead – OK Computer (1997)

Yeah, okay. I fully admit that my toxic trait is genuinely enjoying certain kinds of male manipulator music. But Radiohead will always be an immensely special band to me. “The Daily Mail” was my first exposure to them (thanks, Legion!), but OK Computer opened my eyes to something I’d never experienced before—or, something that I’d overlooked before, but now fully appreciate. Like Spiritualized, every Radiohead song is a fleshed-out landscape, an experience that lifts you off your feet, even when the lyrics are unbearably heartbreaking. OK Computer is an album that I wish I could listen to for the first time again—it’s an unforgettable, dystopian masterpiece, and it’s proved itself to stand the test of time.

Favorite track: “Paranoid Android”

David Bowie – Hunky Dory (1971)

I guess there’s a slight pattern on here with tan album covers too?

And here it is: my favorite album of all time.

David Bowie has been a constant companion in my life; one of my earliest memories that I can think of is hearing “Kooks” in the car. He’s been another hero of mine for years—again, he came to me in middle school, at a time when I was an outsider and unsure of myself, and stood as a glaring reminder to be myself—no matter what. This album in particular is, in my opinion, a perfect album; there isn’t a single bad song, and each one is a world of its own, spinning lyrical tales that span from the cosmic to the tender and everything in between. It’s an album I always come back to, and one that I’ll always hold close. Some of the other albums lower on the list may change or switch orders over the course of my life, but I doubt I’ll ever come across something quite as stellar as this.

Favorite track(s): Tie between “Quicksand” and “Life On Mars?”

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! Have you listened to any of these albums, and if so, did you like them? What are some of your favorite albums? Let me know in the comments!

Today’s song:

That’s it for this post! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

Weekly Updates

Weekly Update: March 14-20, 2022

Posted on March 20, 2022March 20, 2022 by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Sunday, bibliophiles! I hope this week has treated you well.

This week was my last week in school before spring break, so after I got my tests out of the way, everything just slowed down and relaxed. I welcomed it 100%—I like having a nice, gradual slow-down to my school work before the break starts. And I won’t have any real homework for a week! We had a snow day on Thursday too, so that’s always lovely. (Minus the shoveling…) However, I’ve had a cold since Thursday afternoon, so that’s sucked. It’s getting better, though. At least I can breathe out of both nostrils now. (Kind of.)

I spent most of the week re-reading the Smoke Thieves trilogy, and I had a lot of fun diving back into that world! I made a whole post about it too—I’ll link it under Posts and Such. I wasn’t able to go to the library this week because of said cold, so I’ll probably be trawling the Kindle library for spring break reads.

School slowing up allowed me to write a little during school hours, and I’m getting close to finishing my final (for now) edits! I’m back to the climax right now, it’s getting fun…

Other than that, I’ve just been watching Raised by Wolves (anybody else feel like you’re being pummeled with a hundred different twists per episode? Not complaining, but w h o a ), attempting to help train Ringo, talking comics with my creative writing teacher, and listening to almost nothing but Rings Around the World and Heaven or Las Vegas. (Two great albums!)

WHAT I READ THIS WEEK:

Passing – Nella Larsen (⭐️⭐️⭐️.5)

The Smoke Thieves (The Smoke Thieves, #1) – Sally Green (re-read) (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.25)

The Demon World (The Smoke Thieves, #2) – Sally Green (re-read) (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5)

The Burning Kingdoms (The Smoke Thieves, #3) – Sally Green (re-read) (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5)

Heartstopper, vol. 2 – Alice Oseman (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

POSTS AND SUCH:

SONGS:

CURRENTLY READING/TO READ NEXT WEEK:

This section’s sparse—I’ll be looking through the Kindle library, so here’s what I’m reading right now:

Jade Fire Gold – June CL Tan

Today’s song:

very In Rainbows

That’s it for this week in blogging! Have a wonderful rest of your day, and take care of yourselves!

Weekly Updates

Weekly Update: March 7-13, 2022

Posted on March 13, 2022March 13, 2022 by madeline @ The Bookish Mutant

Happy Sunday, bibliophiles! I hope this week has treated you well.

This week’s been a little tiring. I had another couple of quizzes and tests, and I’ve been proofreading my big research paper and I had to crank out a short story in the span of about a week. At least the short story was a lot of fun—went just past 10 pages on google docs, somehow.

Reading-wise, it’s been a slower week; most of the time I’d normally be reading, I was either writing said short story or drawing, so I didn’t get through my whole library haul. I did like everything that I read, though—all 3-4 star reads for me! I’ll have some good material to review next week. Most of my writing time has been taken up by the short story, but I’ve been able to go back and edit some of my WIP in the later part of the week.

Other than that, I’ve been spending time with Ringo, trying to drive in the snow (oof), listening to Guerilla Toss, Cocteau Twins, and Super Furry Animals, and watching the new Batman! Without question, one of the best Batman movies I’ve ever seen—unexpected but perfectly-cast characters, fantastic acting, and some of the most beautiful character development I’ve seen out of Batman himself. Go see it if you haven’t!

And now I’m almost at 500 followers! I can’t believe it, thank you all so much! 💗

WHAT I READ THIS WEEK:

Heartstopper, vol. 1 – Alice Oseman (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)