Singular albums

There are three albums that, for me, hold the following characteristics: I listened to them repeatedly when I first discovered them. No, really, I mean many, many times. What attracted me to them first was their sound, not the lyrics. I only really started appreciating the lyrics after the hundredth time I listened to them. (I actually do this with most music.) When I delved into the rest of the artist’s catalog, nothing else had the same effect on me. It’s not that their other albums were bad in any way; they just didn’t magnetically attract me like these. This is really the key characteristic for the purposes of this list, which is why I titled the post “singular albums.” To be clear, I don’t mean these are the best albums made this these artists. I don’t really have opinions about music in that way. I like what I like, and it’s not any more complicated than that for me. The three albums are: Hozier, “Wasteland, Baby!” Florence and the Machine, “Dance Fever” David Benjamin Blower,…