Music Review: Challengers

I have a rather fickle nature when it comes to albums. Some albums at least. I'll listen to them. Think nothing of them. File under whatever. But then it comes again, shuffled, randomly, a few tracks sticking. I listen; I like.

I begin to take an active interest. I listen again and again. To death. And then again. I attack that album. Attack it over again, inside and out. I know that album. I know it too well. It sickens me. I can't get it off me. It's become obsessive, ubiquitous. It dies in my hands. Those tracks. Over and over again. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat. It deafens. I have to stop. I never want to see it again.

We had a torrid affair. I thought it was love. Maybe it was. Maybe it was just too fast. The lust. It overcame any other such notion. I never want to see it again.

Maybe I see it again. There is a fondness. But that love, it blossomed. Now it's just a fondness. I just see it around.

So it is.

And so it was with Challengers, The New Pornographers' 2007 album.



"Challengers"