I normally try not to foist my musical tastes on others. Either they like my recommendations, which gives me a fleeting-at-best sense of pride, or they don’t, which makes me hate them and question everything they’ve ever stood for. But in this case, dear reader, I’m going to foist the fuck out of my musical tastes on you. (With an album that was released in 2011. Better late than never.)

Destroyer is Dan Bejar, who started recording in 1995 and has since made some badass music. (Side note: I love it when one person comes up with a band name. If he just used his own name, I’d probably never listen to him, because that’d make him sound folksy and I’m a finicky piece of shit. Good move, Bejar.) He’s also been compared to David Bowie, which I don’t get, but whatever. In all honesty, I’ve only listened to “Kaputt,” his most recent album, so maybe I’m not the best person to be singing his praises, but somebody has to. And make no mistake, “Kaputt” is a badass album.

I’ve long been a fan of weather-or-season-appropriate music; that is, I tend to categorize and listen to certain songs or artists depending on which weather conditions or season they fit best. And, with fall lurking around the corner waiting to ruin my mood like a fucking asshole, I thought now was as good a time as any to break this album back out. For the second year in a row, it doesn’t disappoint.

The album starts with “Chinatown,” one of the most outstanding songs on the whole goddamn thing. It’s not that the song or even the album are intense (they’re not), but there’s a certain je ne sais quoi about the whole deal. (Yes, I just used the phrase “je ne sais quoi” as a descriptor. And yes, I do feel like a dipshit for using it.)

From there, the hits keep on coming- “Suicide Demo for Kara Walker,” “Song For America,” and my personal favorite, “Kaputt.” I still remember where I was when I heard Kaputt for the first time, too: Durham, North Carolina, driving an Enterprise car near the ballpark in the fall. (Another quick aside: I hope Dan Bejar never kills himself, because Kara Walker will feel horribly if he does.)

Anyway, I’m not going to review the whole album, because there’s no point- those of you who want to check it out will do so, and those of you who don’t want to will hopefully get hit by a bus before day’s end. Besides, this isn’t Pitchfork (“This album struggles so hard to figure out what it wants to be, when all it has to do is be what it already is.”)

Enjoy the tunes.