Knut destroys. Wonder is the new Knut album. Therein, it also destroys. Wait, if Knut destroys, and this is a creation of Knut, is Wonder therein a destructive force by proxy? Or is it allowed to breathe on its own and be destructive? Is proxy relative to the Knut-ish whole or a creation of force? What is force? Who are we if we are not Knut? We are but simple humans caught in the metallic whirlwind that is Wonder. And so it shall be: we cannot attain Knut, though we can own it.
Here’s the deal: 5 years ago, Knut was a band, then I assume there weren’t for awhile. They were out in Switzerland, and due to my limited knowledge of the area, I assume they were kicking asses and devoting their time to neutral stances on world politics. And doing cool-dude shit. I assume they did some drinking and drugs and laughed at the poor, lifeless souls using metal as a brand name rather than a conquest portal. Then, in 2009, they decided they’d had enough, rose from the dusted pavements of their metropolis to reign down significant riffage and power upon us. And, in return, we cower and kneel before their power, as we should.
The Eels’ first 3 albums were as integral to my teenage years as my closest friends were. Though the electronic-tinged folk-rock tunes of bandleader Mark Oliver Everett were decidedly simple, their spirit resonated with me like few others have before or since. I often felt (feel) the way those songs sound- like you’re waking up hungover from whatever lousy hand life had dealt you the night before, and you’re wondering why you should even bother to get out of bed… but then you hear a bird singing a lovely song just outside your window, and you get up and look at it blissfully chilling on a tree branch, and somehow that’s enough for you to want to leave the house and face life again. 
