The Books and Rilke

I've been listening recently to the Books' Thought for Food, and I like it very much, in a way that I don't think I've ever liked a piece of music before. For those who do not know it, it's a concatenation of what appear to be found sounds, loops, and country-ish guitar. It's disturbing and yet comforting, because it feels like a musical distillation of how I feel right now. It also puts me in mind of a line from Rilke's Duino Elegies, about death: Strange to see all that was once in place, floating so loosely in space.