The incinerator mastered our hearts
I have more to say. That’s what the internet is for, right? I have a feeling this won’t be the last of it, either.
The new Broken Social Scene record is absolutely amazing. I’ve been listening to it since it leaked, but it didn’t really hit me until I bought it today… I still love buying records. I love holding them. I love liner notes and beautiful packaging. There’s something about transferring art digitally that’s not quite right, even though it is wonderfully more socialist—it seems to become less valuable when you can copy it and delete it at will. That’s the fucking point, of course, so I hope this isn’t a problem for kids born in this century, in the culturally digital age. I hope they don’t think of music as a product. I’m going to try and help. But I still love owning beautiful things.
The album comes with the best liner notes I could have asked for. Each song has a list of notes—“try to fix the ending,” “convince the others it’s a dance party,” “blame the president for destroying our marriage.” The six-panel digipak has a phrase on the inside (a Canadian tradition from Godspeed and its offspring): “we hate your hate.” It resonated with me as an anthem for the enlightened people of my generation, for whom toleration is used with less moderation. Nothing new, I guess—Kevin and Charlie are Francis Scott. We’re pills, and bathtubs, and seventeen year-old girls. #