I just got my 3rd iPhone. The first two crapped out on me in different ways. Thanks be to Apple for replacing both. So, I reloaded my music library onto my iPhone and stumbled upon some tunes that were sorta buried.
I found my entire Toad the Wet Sprocket collection. Wow. I was so grateful.
My friend Rick had blogged about one of the songs off their last full-length album, Coil. And it recalled to me how much I LOVE that album. It is, by far, my favorite album of theirs. Strongest songwriting, most aggressive (in a good way), most thought-out. Glen really found his stride, grabbed the microphone by the hand, and sang his heart out.
Seriously. I think some of those songs were teachers to me about things I would not understand until later. When the album came out, some themes probably went right over my head, but a great many of them planted themselves into my psyche, my soul, to be borne later.
And so I am grateful. I'm not one of those "their most obscure record is their best one" type fan, but this album (probably the least recognized) is simply their best...I mean, in my oh so humble opinion.