The album is dead. Who cares! Emily Bobrow does, saying that:
I happen to think that cherry-picking individual songs has all the sophistication of fast-forwarding through slow stretches of an Ingmar Bergman film.
I wouldn’t dare skip through a minute of The Silence, but I would dare to fast forward through “Fitter Happier.” In Emily’s defense, and as your aural story of the week, I offer selections from two of my favorite narrative albums:
I’m sure there are other albums, not to mention other tracks off each of these albums, that you prefer. Post ’em in the comments.