Our writers are picking their favourite albums. Here, Sean Michaels recalls stumbling over a melancholy masterpiece in the depths of the Canadian winterIn 2001, I was 19 and melancholy. It was winter in Montreal, my first year away from home, my first year of college. I wasn't unhappy, just melancholy. I was feeling grown-up, free, but also anchorless, unmoored. Very keenly, I remember, I felt the veil between childhood and everything that comes after.Outside my window, icicles grew longer. Stea...
Guardian Music — Our writers are picking their favourite albums. Here, Sean Michaels recalls stumbling over a melancholy masterpiece in the depths of the Canadian winterIn 2001, I was 19 ... more info