Add it to the list of essays I'll never quite write: accidental musical discovery in the internet age.
Latest example: I'm listening to an album by Australian band Goat, and it rolls past its Spotify endpoint into their next album, a doomy metal album by a completely different (also Australian!) band called Goat*.
Weirdly, I almost thought this was the same guys from a different era. It's got other-Goat's disarming earnestness, underproduction, and stripped-down underpromising//overdelivering charm - even if the sunny acoustic's been replaced by nailbombed guitar/bass. These're clearly dudes who love music, who really want to make music, and said fuckit and set up a tascam and banged out some clumsy, thin-mixed doom that I totally enjoyed listening to 3.5/5
*and neither of these bands are the Swedish experimental Goat the Cleveland pop Goat the Seattle jazz Goat the Spanish dance Goat and boy is Spotify confused
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