A perfect listen during a summer night in your room, as if there were a sort of erratic dance music festival with only your favorite buddies, your heart and silhouette, that are present with you.
Your silhouette, desperately trying to keep in touch with your empty being, is overwhelmed but you are unconcerned; the sound of confusion has put you in a daze. Your heart in sync to the ceiling fan’s revolutions, forgetting what was not meant to be remembered as you attempt to move to the melancholic, yet collected melodies of The Idiot.
This album totally has a nonchalant mood while having a subtle dark, energetic atmosphere to its songs; all while giving you an image of a shirtless Iggy.
One of my favorite albums to listen to when I just want to sit and relax for a while.