Here's something from the vault that smells like it too: Sunny Day Real Estate's Diary. This album is extremely sensitive, like if you bumped into it, it would cry, and you'd feel guilty because you'd just hurt your best friend. It's emotive and passionately dirty. Everytime I listen to this, I'm stunned. It's as easy to rally around the immediate slaughter of "Seven" as it is to get lost in the hypnotic final third of the album. Diary is a classic.
Oh, and they just reunited. AWESOME.
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