No words. No thoughts. Yes, just like that Swans song. Our speculations are abandoned derelicts, our deliberations hollow phantasmagoria — the work, our work, is to grab as most music as possible, gaze at it, listen to it, use it as intravenous matter, pump it, parachute it right to our stomach •• all things punk, doom, sludge, noise, black, experimental, ambient, dissonant, analog, digital, unusual, uncommon, ugly, calm, unsettling, dazzling and violent •• we will give them to you, with no defragmentation or rating system. Here’s all we heard and enjoyed in January.