It was not until that moment that I understood why I had been loving this album. You see, I’ve been listening to it, but I hadn’t been listening to it—I hadn’t yet given attention to the story encapsulated within the accessible yet cerebrally stimulating guitar hooks—partly because of the laundry-list of items that had been stressing me out until this point. I pressed play and it was best decision I’ve made since getting my hands on the LP preview.
The dusk sunlight perfectly paralleled the ambiguously anxious reverb emerging from the knell of guitar feedback in the opening track Lonely Again. I then felt how this album carried the angsty complacency of my inner turmoil, instantly re-sparking my relentless pursuit of finding creative release. I imagine this is the headspace that Robot Island was created in.