Dennis Hall41 said:There are certain artists where—for reasons I can't quite pin down—I find myself intentionally cutting ties. Or maybe it isn't even intentional. I don't know why it happens, but it does. For instance, if a colleague hadn't recently suggested Beck's Morning Phase, it wouldn't have even crossed my mind to listen to anything he's done since I heard Modern Guilt back in 2008. The same thing happened to me with R.E.M. after Around The Sun, with Van Morrison after Keep It Simple, and plenty of others. I’m not saying their newer work isn't worth exploring; it’s more like some internal voice refuses to let me listen—as if I feel they’ve already told ME everything they have to say. Even though I know, intellectually, they haven't. Though—it goes without saying—I still find myself reaching for Sea Change, Automatic for the People, Astral Weeks, and those other masterpieces by the legends I've effectively ghosted in their later years.
I say this because the same thing just happened to me with Elverum. It feels as though nothing can surprise me anymore after experiencing The Glow PT, Clear Moon, or the massive, sweeping Crow Looked at Me. I'm clearly wrong, though, because now I see—after just two minutes of those beautiful opening chords on the 2020 "Microphone" track—that it's a purely singular approach.
Of course, you’re entitled to your own take, just like anyone else, but I think we can be far too subjective and overly critical of artists and bands sometimes. I'll use U2 and R.E.M. as examples. For me, after The Joshua Tree and Rattle and Hum, my first contact with U2 was Under a Blood Red Sky, while with R.E.M., it was Life's Rich Pageant, Achtung Baby, and Out of Time. Back then, Automatic for the People felt like a total disappointment.
Nowadays, Achtung Baby stands out as my favorite U2 album. Just as they felt a need to evolve during that era, we, as "consumers" of their music, change over time too. There isn't a straight line of progression here like there is with metal fans chasing faster and heavier sounds—music isn't athletics. Artists evolve through life, and so does their audience. We lose touch with them, they lose touch with us, and there's a certain beauty in that.