Sometimes you discover an album you feel was made exclusively for you. Everything about it seems perfect. You lose all sense of nuance and rationality. It isn’t just a good album, it isn’t just a great album, it’s perfect. There has never been anything better than it. The album runs its course and you find yourself middle-distance-staring, wondering what the hell just happened. Few albums can do that, tint the whole world in their colour. If you’re lucky, this feeling comes once a year. If you’re luckier, this feeling persists. If you’re luckier still, this feeling grows with each listen. Nuances start to appear. It’s a sort of ‘true love’. The more you learn, the more you fall in love. You fall in love with each blemish, each wrinkle, each freckle. A few months ago, I fell in love with the 5 EPs by Disco Inferno. With each listen, I sink a little deeper.