This is an ugly album. From the opening, bleak beats of “Goblin” (“I’m fucked in the head / I lost my mind with my virginity”) to the haunted, crackly synths of closer “Golden” (“Ending it is all I fucking think about”), Goblin is abject pessimism. The unbridled work of an irascible 20-year-old, Goblin deftly meshes […]
