Collected Animals

What visual imagery do you experience when listening to different albums?

feels is like a magical forest

For example Sung Tongs always makes me feel like I'm having a psychedelic experience in a forest in the Springtime. MPP feels like I'm floating around in a delirious dreamspace in my own mine. STGSTV feels like I'm on an adventure through a fairytale-ish magical forest type thing. CHz gives me the vibe that I'm on a spiritual journey out in the desert or something like that. And what about individual songs too? Seal Eyeing feels like I'm in a pond underwater looking up seeing the bottom of lilypads and the rays of sunlight shoot through the water. When listening to Daffy Duck I'm in a calm, warm cave meditating by a peaceful fire

I always thought the Sung Tongs album cover was really relevant to the music. It's a man and a woman looking straight ahead-- very formal, like two people sitting for a portrait or something. At first glance it looks very normal, very traditional. And then you notice they are rotting bodies. The music is folk-textured, with mostly guitar and voice, but it's produced and rearranged in a weird and cool way. So both have this tension when you don't get what you expect from the image or sound.

ah I like your analysis of the album artwork and how it is or isn't akin to the music it goes with. I wish I could remember back to when I first saw that Sung Tongs album cover, I wish I could remember what I expected to hear after seeing that beautiful picture. I definitely think I heard something different from what I expected though.

Indian feels like being lost in the woods in the middle of the night

Indian feels like being lost in the woods in the middle of the night

Yeah I get the exact same feeling, lost in the forest at night, and you feel like you're going insane, but you discover things and gain knowledge from your insanity while your in the woods

MPP is like driving fast down a big highway in space

when I finish listening to "meet the light child" I feel relieved, as if ive just let out a really nice fart

The song "people" reminds me of the smell of burnt rubber and domestic cat pheremones

I get a sense of nostalgia hearing "queen in my pictures", reminds me of the time I witnessed my stepbrother assaulting his children

Hearing those first synths on " daily routine" conjures up the image of a swarm of bees chasing an asthmatic pre-teen. There is nothing he/she can do to stop the bees. This was inevitable.

I always get tingles in my spine and butterflies in my stomach when the drums kick in on "banshee beat", as the lingering image of an ancient lovecraftian horror looms above me, watching my every move, extending his sickening tentacles as if trying to communicate through some archaic sign language. The figure descends in my line of sight and its form fades slowly, as the world around me begins to collapse into an unprecedentedly horrific nightmare vision where everything seems to be engulfed in the all-consuming flame of H'ch Telegoth the Sealed One. " Ra d'nchith fght-ann." he speaks, as the very earth quivers beneath me. A black pillar, made entirely of a spectral smoke, emerges quietly as Telegoth recites the verses of L'grhanesgsh. Atop the pillar sits the six-horned bull Regtchethoon, The Despoiler of Tithes. His gaze shifts toward Telegoth, and he signals the beginning of an ages-long war between the two dark god-powers. All is sacrificed to feed the fuel of Regtchethoon's engines, spewing infernal steam from their orifices as Telegoth sends his armies of corpses across the neverending fields of plague to do battle with the hellish machinations of the Bull-Emperor. I see this conflict in its entirety. I see every casualty, I know every date. None are spared. All is lost. All is lost.

Derek makes me think of my dog.

Holy shit

Amazing post

when I finish listening to "meet the light child" I feel relieved, as if ive just let out a really nice fart

The song "people" reminds me of the smell of burnt rubber and domestic cat pheremones

I get a sense of nostalgia hearing "queen in my pictures", reminds me of the time I witnessed my stepbrother assaulting his children

Hearing those first synths on " daily routine" conjures up the image of a swarm of bees chasing an asthmatic pre-teen. There is nothing he/she can do to stop the bees. This was inevitable.

I always get tingles in my spine and butterflies in my stomach when the drums kick in on "banshee beat", as the lingering image of an ancient lovecraftian horror looms above me, watching my every move, extending his sickening tentacles as if trying to communicate through some archaic sign language. The figure descends in my line of sight and its form fades slowly, as the world around me begins to collapse into an unprecedentedly horrific nightmare vision where everything seems to be engulfed in the all-consuming flame of H'ch Telegoth the Sealed One. " Ra d'nchith fght-ann." he speaks, as the very earth quivers beneath me. A black pillar, made entirely of a spectral smoke, emerges quietly as Telegoth recites the verses of L'grhanesgsh. Atop the pillar sits the six-horned bull Regtchethoon, The Despoiler of Tithes. His gaze shifts toward Telegoth, and he signals the beginning of an ages-long war between the two dark god-powers. All is sacrificed to feed the fuel of Regtchethoon's engines, spewing infernal steam from their orifices as Telegoth sends his armies of corpses across the neverending fields of plague to do battle with the hellish machinations of the Bull-Emperor. I see this conflict in its entirety. I see every casualty, I know every date. None are spared. All is lost. All is lost.

Derek makes me think of my dog.

Absolutely wonderful

MPP has me seeing lots of tropical aquatic imagery like coral reefs teeming with fish.