Abasiama Eyo

I have never listened to an album quite as captivating as this. The songs seem like the tantrums of an unruly school boy, but inside the crazed screaming you begin to pick up significantly surreal yet relatable lyrics as his emotions and yours start to align. The instruments are incredible. I'm not a music professor so I lack the technical terms to express how I feel about the songs. From King of Carrot flowers, to Holland, 1945, Oh, Comely, Ghost + [untitled] and Two-Headed Boy pt. 2. Everything is just perfect. I feel this is an album you can extremely hate or extremely love, no in between. I'm glad to be on the love side of things.