Aside from the hits that everyone knows, I’d never sat down to listen to the entire Pet Sounds album by The Beach Boys before. Ok, I’ll admit it, I’ve never sat down to listen to any entire album by them before. Don’t get me wrong, I love a lot of their music, but they’re not the type of band that I need more than a tune or two of at a time.
But damn it if Rolling Stone Magazine doesn’t slot this album in as the second best ever recorded. In fact, it’s slotted right in between Revolver and Sgt. Peppers by the Beatles; two albums in my top ten.
So I secluded myself in my bedroom, turned off all the lights and strapped on my stereophonic headphones to try and get in the mood. You know, to really focus on the complexities and undercurrents of the record. And to avoid my mother…wait, I’m not sixteen any more am I?
Maybe my room’s not dark enough or Audrey’s constant renditions of Lady Gaga tunes have burrowed too deeply in my brain because I just don’t get it. The albums fine. But that’s about it. I’m not being harsh, just nothing stood out as being amazing to me on a gut level.