An Anatomy of Transition Tracks

Ten years was a long time to wait, but [your favorite artist’s] new album finally dropped. You’ve had a rash since the pre-order announcement erupted from the graveyard dirt of their Facebook, promising just over half an hour of PURE FUKKING DEATH. With the buzz of the doorbell, the gatefold is in your hands. A sheen of sweat makes removing the purity ring from your finger a breeze—you’ve been saving yourself, insulating against social media, the first single, the exclusive streams. The record spins…and a Casio string patch pierces your eardrums. This is fine, you rationalize, it’s probably just an … Continue reading An Anatomy of Transition Tracks