19) COLOUR HAZE – Colour Haze (2004)It would be trite of me to say that Colour Haze necessitate/instill a certain mindset—what music doesn’t? Even all those worthless, derivative power metal bands I listened to back in the middle school bring about some form of longing for older times. I’m smarter now, and I’d like to think that my tastes have become more discriminatory. But how many years have to pass before nostalgia sets in? Two? Five? Ten? I first heard this album back in 2006, when my friend and I were laying on the floor of my room (yes, there was a blacklight involved) and “Love” was steadily boring its way into our respective headspaces. When it was over, my friend (whose familiarity with underground music goes about as far as a couple of Mogwai tracks) turned to me and said: “This is the best music I’ve ever heard in my life.” For years I had dreamed of finding an album like this, something meant to be played on shitty Toyota speakers with the windows rolled down, causing you to comment every now and then on “that bass line” or, even better, “that fucking riff,” with no responsibility, pleasantly high, on the way to Waffle House. For the rest of that summer hardly a day went by that we didn’t listen to this album at least once. That was only three years ago, and I don’t remember much about that period of my life (with good reason) other than exactly what I'd wanted to remember: those pointless afternoons, that broken air conditioner, that cheap vaporizer, the sweltering days when I “didn’t know any better,” missing lighters, beer and quite possibly the greatest guitar-and-bass jams of all time.
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