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It’s all good news now,
Because we left the taps, running, for a hundred years,
So drink into the drink, Plastic Cap drink,
Drink with the purple, the people, the plastic-eating people
Still connected, to the moment it began…
Like all of my favorite albums, I didn’t take to the world of the Plastic Beach immediately- it took a second listen to really absorb how fucking great it is. I suspect this is because any worthwhile album from a beloved artist tends to operate on some kind of a new or unexpected level, and requires a primer listen; a run-through of the album that strips away hype and expectation. Once you’ve accepted that the album isn’t the perfect manifestation of your every vague and ethereal hope, you can settle into what the music actually is and you realize your expectations were fucking boring.