Craft – Fuck the Universe
Have you ever lain awake at night with a toothache? Not one of those small whistling cavities that bother you when you drink coffee, but an infected root. A pus-filled throbbing raw wound. The sort of toothache that leaves you sweating and in so much pain you’re to afraid to look at the window because you know, without a doubt, that you’re on the verge of hallucinating and that witches, with their eyes pecked out by rabid crows, are going to be climbing over the sill. That’s sort of the same feeling you get after listening to Craft’s Fuck the Universe. This is also the first album I listened too after arriving home from watching my son being born whereby I experienced what can only be described as the quickest comedown in history this side of dying.