Welcome to another edition of Brutally Short, the not at all gimicky or lazy feature where we at Brutalitopia compile a group of reviews that are far shorter than our normal, endless word vomit. The albums contained in Brutally Shorts aren't here because they're bad; quite often there are albums here that deserve far more words from far better writers because of how good they are, we just either didn't see them until now, forgot to write about them, we had a child and the responsibility of caring for a newborn person takes up, like, an
inordinate amount of time, or (usually) spent another week rewatching
Parks and Recreation on Netflix while drinking scotch instead of actively working to run a blog. No one said we're good at this.
