The new album.

I like the way it’s like a little girl is playing a melody on a wind up music box standing alone in her bedroom while an alien bleeds his fingers on guitar strings as he tears chords through a skyscraper high Marshall stack so loud it can be heard in space while a drummer pounds a 12 foot cymbal with an iron hammer swung from behind her head while an angelic 35-year-old choir boy sings with faltering falsetto as his voice breaks in an empty cathedral.

It’s the kind of music that makes me want to forgive.