Y^3

You know, at the same time I was saying to myself "I haven't felt the Kantian sublime in the face of nature since I was a teenager," I was also saying "I haven't heard music that ripped my face off since the last S-K album came off. (Actually, that isn't true, Living With War has not only ripped my face off, but reduced me to tears repeatedly. But at the time I was thinking about the paucity of aesthetic experience in my life, I was thinking back to S-K's The Woods [Also, I'm not sure I hear Living With War with the requisite detachment to count as aesthetic experience.])

In any case, this ripped my face off.