I don’t really know why, but for the past few days, I’ve been on a major post-rock kick. It all started when I decided to listen to The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place by Explosions in the Sky at school the other day; since then, I’ve listened to all of EITS’ albums a few times, as well as some stuff by Hood and World’s End Girlfriend.

The best explanation of post-rock I’ve heard is something Scot said once that I’m paraphrasing: it sounds like the end of the world is coming. That’s pretty accurate. When I close my eyes and let the music just wash over me, it makes me feel like I’m the last person left on an Earth that will cease to be very soon, but I’m OK with that.

One morning last week, I was driving to school. It was overcast and foggy, and, as it’s the middle of winter, all the trees were bare. It may sound weird, but it was one of the most beautiful mornings I’ve ever seen. That morning gave me the same feeling I get when I hear this music.

Go listen to some of it.