One of the most hated tracks from the album is perhaps my favorite for reasons I can’t quite put into words. I think it’s because of how simple, raw, and plain it caps off the whole story. After almost an hour is twinkling distorted guitars, marching drums, and lo-fi whispering vocals, hearing such a clear straight acoustic track just feels… safe? It’s a cathartic ending to a stressful story. A return to “normal.”
Hospice has been one of my favorite albums of all time since I first heard it in 2012 and every now and again I find myself going back to it and crying my fucking eyes out.
The heaviest thing recorded until Mount Eerie’s A Crow Looked At Me
True. That’s one of the only albums I’ve refused to relisten to, especially as someone who grew up on Phil’s music. A Crow just sounds like pure, unromanticized, unreconciled, death.
