STOLEN:
"It's the year 2050. You're walking down the seawall listening to Deafheaven's 29th record, a fresh foray into the emerging musical movement known as avantgarde-post-pre-bootgaze. They approach the genre with a tenderness and honesty that is not normally found in this kind of music, and you take comfort in knowing that something you like is liked by others as well. Their last record was okay, but this one is something special.
The album ends and you once again return to the world. The sky is turning pink from the setting sun, and the sound of the waves welcomes you back to reality. The wind rustles your hair and you breathe it in and taste the sweet nectar of existence. Life is good. Deafheaven used to be a controversial topic to some, but those people have moved on. Genres as we once knew them are a thing of the past, there is only music, free from expectations, rules, and restrictions. You look out at the renaissance you are a part of and breathe another dreamy sigh.
But then, off in the distance, you hear something. A murmur, a whisper. Something you haven't heard in some time. You hop down to the small beach just beyond the sea wall where the tide is starting to go out. What is that sound? It's getting closer and you know you're close to finding whatever is making that familiar sound. It seems to be coming from a rock embedded in the freshly soaked sand. Contemplating for a second, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to lift up the fist-sized rock to see what's underneath.
Beneath the rock you see a small long-haired man in a black denim jacket and Doc Marten's, who appears to have painted his face to resemble a panda. He's staring at a Blasphemy record in his hands and cursing under his breath, clearly frustrated at something you can barely comprehend. Suddenly he notices you, and looks up at you with a scowl. Before you can say anything, he opens his mouth and speaks:
"Deafheaven isn't black metal"
BUT INFINITE GRANITE IS ONE OF THE BEST SHOEGAZE ALBUMS EVER MADE