Quando eu tive 17 anos

Volcanos,

Damien Rice, O (Vector/14th Floor, 2002).

O has a thick canvas cover and impressive art-book packaging; its liner notes are crammed with drawings, paintings, and curiously superimposed poems. It seems instantly unfair that the record housed inside doesn't get the same kind of boundary-breaking treatment, but relies instead on all the whiny, sad-eyed clichés of a genre in desperate need of a fresh approach.