I wish there was a pattern to this, sometimes. I wish there was an easy explanation for what I like and don’t like. It was so easy in high school. I wore flannels and liked something called “grunge”, until I decided it was more fun to wear all black and like everything that fell under the hindsightedly ridiculous moniker of “industrial”. There was a formula then. It was easy then. Not so much, now. Here are ten albums, my favorites […]