There are weeks when the "Album Of The Week" idea seems entirely ridiculous and insufficient, when there are so many great records flooding in that it seems sad and unfair to highlight just one. This is one of those weeks. There is a whole lot of fucking great music coming out right now. Godspeed You! Black Emperor's Luciferean Towers is an overwhelming surge of power, a soaring and crashing light in the darkness. Wolves In The Throne Room's Thrice Woven is the darkness itself, a symphony of dread that just keeps revealing new depths. Chelsea Wolfe's Hiss Spun takes the dark majesty of goth and the primal glurge of doom metal and builds a whole new idea of gnarly beauty out of them. The Horrors' V is triumphant, incandescent synth-rock that just feels like it's flying. We've also got great new records from Moses Sumney and Metz and the Clientele and a whole lot of other people, as well. It's a lot. It's too much. It's great. I wish I had time to write about five or six of them. But from where I'm sitting, the best of this week's avalanche of new records is probably also the smallest and most personal of them. It's the one that explores big ideas in tiny ways, that feels like a quiet conversation instead of a universe exploding.