Hudson-Styrene - A Monster and the Devil
How this album hasn’t been canonized long ago and, in fact, remains painfully obscure, utterly baffles me. This is really something you have to hear for yourself, but I suppose I should at least try to give an impression of what it’s like. So, okay. Structurally, it’s an album of gritty, meandering, stories of the seedy side of Cleveland (although it could really be any large city in the pre-Disneyfication NYC mold) couched in avant-chamber-rock arrangements. Also, there’s a vignette about cat shit.
