From how I’ve been spending my recent free time, thralls have a more negative and frenzied reputation. So imagine my surprise of not being attacked by a horde of alien zombies when putting on The Thrall. From Portland’s Lubec, this classic pop-rock actually put me at ease. It has also made me reassess how I wallowed in front of a television rather than my tape deck (and record player and….). That’s rarely how I operate, so I have Lubec to thank for shaking me out of my brain rot funk. I’d rather it decompose due to honeyed melodies and bombastic harmonies. I mean, it’s all going to turn to mush someday and I don’t mind hurrying the process along when the opportunity presents itself. So now when I pry my eyes open to play a bit of a mindless video game, I will also duct tape the headphones to my ears, glue the volume control on the highest setting with Lubec in the player, and just let it all go into blissful meltdown.
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