Catch Bull at Four is my favorite album. I molded myself on it. My loyalty and love and honor were forged from it. My dismay at injustice and deliberate hurt, too, were formed within. The album swings from brightest optimism to darkest despair; both seemingly stemming from the same unjust universe.
Buy it, or listen below, but if you are susceptible to crying, bring tissues, there’s a high likelihood of tearing up—the second side will sneak up on you.