A colleague of mine, who’s old enough to have experienced the golden age of vinyl records, recently said that when the modern music streaming services entered his life, he found it incredibly stressful. All of a sudden, every single piece of music ever recorded (well, pretty much) was at his fingertips. How could he ever find the time to listen to everything? Naturally, he soon realized that there was nothing to do but to accept that there simply is too much great music out there and too little time. I’m certain that every music freak out there, myself included, have been thinking the same thing more than once throughout our years of searching and finding new musical treasures. It’s downright bizarre just how much amazing music have been created over the decades. Some of it stands out and some of it don’t. Some of it sadly drowns in the ever-increasing current of new releases. Simply put, new music needs something special to draw attention to itself. At the time of the unveiling of British poprock sensation The 1975’s debut album, I found myself having too much time on my hands, and thus spent it browsing Allmusic, the online edition of Rolling Stone, Last.fm, Wikipedia and countless other sources to find new music to listen to. I wanted to hear everything. It didn’t matter if it was the complete works of a country fiddler from the 1920s (you should definitely give Blind Alfred Reed a listen) or a digital-only release of a young, upcoming hip hop MC. Obviously, a lot of the music I listened to at the time did make much of an impression and have left my mind. But the album The 1975 caught my attention and became an instant favorite. Not because it was groundbreaking or unlike anything I had ever heard. No, it simply relied on one thing: damn good songwriting.