Music to Listen to While Sleeping

Have you ever fallen asleep wearing headphones? Apparently, it happens to people so much, entrepreneurs sell things like this. Having fallen asleep to everything from Scandinavian black metal to early 90s gangsta rap, I've compiled a list of my three favourite records to sleep to.

3. KYUSS- Sky Valley




The quintessential Kyuss line-up's only album before imploding. Sky Valley is perhaps the album most responsible for the post-humorous popularisation of Josh Homme's pre-Queens progeny. An ode to the nothingness of the desert, the genius of the Homme/Brant Bjork writing team was finally realised on Sky Valley. Tracks like 'Demon Cleaner' and 'Supa Scoopa and Mighty Scoop' are neo-lulabies for the disaffected hoardes of Gen Xers, John Garcia's hypnotic wail drawing you ever closer to the land of nod.

2. Melvins- Lysol

Fuck Mike Patton. The Melvins are the founders of modern day alternative music. Before Mike Patton signed these dudes to Ipecac, hell, before Kurt Cobain got these guys on Atlantic, they ruled. Lysol stands up as one of the very few one-song-albums that doesn't come across pretentious or overly self-indulgent, the Melvins' mellowness will convince you to lie down, if only for a minute. Interweaving anarchronistic covers of Alice Cooper and Flipper, Lysol is the Melvins devoid of the monolithic sound featured on the Houdini albums. I'm generally out like a light before Buzz utters the immortal first line of Flipper's Sacrifice "Can you hear the war cry/It's time to enlist".

1. Sleep- 'Dopesmoker'

You know a band's legit when they name themselves after a verb. If I had to guess Sting would be spiky as a pineapple and Rush would be running around, slightly behind schedule with a million things to do. Sleep's magnum opus Dopesmoker is like a rohypnol/valium drug cocktail, that shit will leave you unconcious. If the 10 minute intro (the album is one song long, that song clocks in at 63 minutes) of reverberating guitar chords and behind the beat drums doesn't lull you into submission, Matt Pike's eventual vocals that sound like a Tibetan monk in the grips of a major weed psychosis will surely have you reaching for a pillow.