Breadcrumb Trail

I was exposed to Slint’s Spiderland in the Internet age, unaware of its contextual power or influence. I’m fairly sure it appeared on a list of the ‘Best Albums of the 1990s,’ presumably from Pitchfork, and it just became something else to consume culturally, in some conscious attempt to expand my knowledge of music. What’s striking about it, though, is even amongst a torrent of new-to-me albums, Spiderland stood out, it sounded like nothing else, with an almost languidly singular voice. It h...