Five 2012 Albums for Enjoying The Apocalypse
Like A Dark Paradise:
Lana Del Rey, Born To Die
Born To Die is the best album of this year, in my humble opinion. Pop idolatry is littered with pretty faces, but there's so much more beneath Lana's gorgeous exterior. Sure, she's still part of the rash of neo-blue-eyed soul singers like the late Amy Winehouse or Adele, but she emotes a deeper existentialist fanaticism than you could ever expect from the mainstream.
Mostly about the death of the American dream, BTD is also a fitting backdrop for understanding one's purpose in the midst of Biblical-scale catastrophe. As she delicately croons on the album's titular opener:
"Choose your last words
This is the last time
Cause You and I
We were born to die..."
Truer words couldn't be spoken in the shadows of mushroom clouds, meteors and God's fist.
Black Moth Super Rainbow, Cobra Juicy
BMSR once asked us, "Don't You Want To Be In A Cult?" When civilization has completely broken down, that answer should probably be "hell yes." This year, Tobacco and company asked us if we want to be part of some "Gangs In The Garden." Truth is, donning an orange peel mask, dropping some strong doomsday acid and taking crowbars to windshields may be your only hope of survival.
Plus, it'll be fucking fun. I can't wait for the apocalypse. Can you?
Troy Farah crosses his fingers, waiting for The End at troyfarah.com