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I Like Depressing Songs Best

Back before Cuba, I bought 3 new albums, based on a series of recommendations and sound samplings:
Biffy Clyro - Only Revolutions (thanks to Sarah)
Parachute - Losing Sleep (thanks to Steph)
Foxy Shazam - Foxy Shazam (thanks to Francy)

I'm enjoying them all, although they're very different from each other. Foxy Shazam is reminiscent of the 80s, with a singer who sounds a fair bit like Freddie Mercury and over-the-top but incredibly catchy instrumentation. Biffy Clyro is a hard-hitting Scottish rock band that I would describe as "strong." And Parachute is...well, they're more acoustic. Pretty boys who sing ballads that wow the girls. But it totally works.

Anyway, I've had a hard time picking my top song for any of these albums. I go back and forth depending on the day, often influenced by my mood. But I always end up back at these three, which, when you listen to the lyrics, are really quite sad.

Parachute - Losing Sleep

(a very close second place goes to She is Love. The only song I don't love on this album is New Year's)

Biffy Clyro - Many of Horror

(other notables: Bubbles & Born on a Horse - for having the line "She's got eyes. Preposterous eyes.")

Foxy Shazam - Count Me Out

(Oh Lord, their first single is a fantastic song for his son - but be warned that it does contain the f-bomb)

Comments

  1. Alasdair3:37 PM

    I like depressing films the best.

    Still disappointed you didn't take Sleigh Bells up as my pick

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  2. I like depressing songs too, lol.

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