And she was born in a bottle rocket, 1929
With wings that ring around a socket
Right between her spine
All drenched in milk and holy water
Pouring from the sky
I know that she will live for ever
She won't ever die
It's hard to believe that it's been 10 years since the world first heard Jeff Mangum's impressionistic ode to Anne Frank (well, to Jeff's emotional response to reading The Diary of Anne Frank for the first time). The sound of this record has launched countless indie rock careers (The Decemberists, Beruit, Of Montreal, The Microphones, others). Other albums come and go, but this album has really stuck with me as my favorite since I've heard it. Jeff's plaintive voice, the singing saws, the noisy, fuzzed-out folk, and the oblique, beautiful lyrics all emotionally affected me from the first time somebody shoved a burned CD-R into my hands. There is not much more I can say except if you don't own this record, well, we can't be friends anymore.
Coverage over at P4K:
Interview with NMH
Neutral Milk Hotel's In The Aeroplane Over the Sea
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