May the First.

There's a small handful of albums I don't listen to much - not because I don't like them or I have other stuff in heavy rotation, but because I decided to limit them to certain times of the year. I can't justify it, and at this point it's a deep and heavy habit I'd have a hard time breaking.

It's why I waited eleven months to listen to The Suburbs again. It's become the album of the start of summer for me, and every year I come back to it, I keep thinking about what other year's listenings were like, which I find comforting. Though today, some of the lyrics - especially on the opening track - hit differently and harder than they usually do, for reasons unrelated to the music itself.