Since college, this has been my go-to listening during crunch time. From the microcontroller final class project to my current job, it has yet to fail me. Just helped me get through another tight schedule.
It only seems to work if I listen to the whole thing, but once the piano outro starts in “How A Resurrection Really Feels”, my work is done.
I have never met a hoodrat. I have never drank gin from a jam jar, let alone in an emergency room. Never been shaken or stirred in a dirty storefront church. Chicago has never seemed tired to me. Still, the album speaks to me.
Everyone seems to have a go-to for this situation. If for some reason you need one, you cannot go wrong with Separation Sunday.