It keeps happening. A beloved band reunites after a long absence and records another album. Or maybe a beloved band never breaks up, and they just release their first album in a very long time. You want to hear it, and you’re excited, but you hope it doesn’t tarnish their legacy. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t let go of the idea that every band reunion is a cynical financial decision, or that every comeback album is an unabashed wallow in the shallow marshes of nostalgia. And then the band releases something that forces you to shut the fuck up and appreciate what they’ve done. Maybe their latest album isn’t the best thing they’ve ever made, but it can stand tall alongside their classics. They can hold their heads up high, and you get a new entry in a discography that you once considered to be a closed book. Everybody wins.
