Well, now that I read all 27 pages of this thread, I feel like posting my thoughts on Burial's album, so here goes nothing.
First thing first, as someone who has been taking courses in sound production and has always been noticing the ways sounds are used in music to create atmospheres, etc., this is some extremely well-done stuff. The shell casings and the knives on "Distant Lights," the guns being drawn and loaded on "Gutted," the street sounds at the very beginning... It knocks my socks off. It all adds up to being what I feel is, and of course what Blackdown basically says in his interview with Burial, a sonic reflection of South London. Granted, I never stepped foot in South London (let alone London, or England itself), but I already feel as if I know the place just from listening to this album.
Secondly, and this may seem odd, but this album also reminds me of something a bit closer to home. In my case, Cleveland, Ohio in the US. These past few years, I have taken night classes at my college, which is located a bit outside of downtown, on the east side. It's not necessarily the best neighborhood, nor is it clean. I've had a revolver pulled on me while waiting for the bus on one occasion, when I was not thinking and not keeping my guard up. From the college grounds you can see in the distance Cleveland's steel mills and industrial warehouses, some of the stacks shooting bright orange flames straight up into the sky. It's also on a street that's easily six cars wide, which at night is a bit haunting when a gust of wind coming from downtown blows across it, and there's no other sounds other than a bus going further east, or coming back to go west.
After ten o'clock at night, the downtown district itself turns into a ghost town. Public Square is deserted, which makes it just as spooky as the abandoned street my college is on if not more so. With the buildings surrounding it forming something of a grid, the wind, if it's blowing, off of Lake Erie gets sucked in and out and in again, whipping around anything it can and howling all about. Also at night when there's zero traffic, you can hear A LOT of sounds that are off in the distance, especially since they bounce off of the skyscrapers around the square and come back at you from the weirdest angles.
From Public Square I go underground below the Terminal Tower to ride the rapid transit. More echoes and dirtiness - our transporation system has and perhaps always will be dirty and unkempt. I ride this train which goes screeching, bumping and rattling into the night. With the voice of the announcer, heavily distorted by the PA system on the train, comes the occasional halts at dilapidated stations until I'm in the western suburbs where I live. I ride under bridges that always seem to be under construction so they don't come crashing down, past warehouses and abandoned buildings, walls of concrete covered with graffiti. Even the stop where I get off is smack in the middle between an airport, a Ford car engine plant and a massive interstate highway, so even though I'm now far from downtown, there is still dirtiness here, until I get in my car and drive home.
All this sensory and imagery from my personal experiences keep coming up whenever I listen to this album. So it doesn't surprise me at all that the sole shop in Cleveland that's selling Burial's album, has it in stock and that it's been the top seller, despite the incredible amount of German techno, US indie, UK indie, etc. that the owner stocks day in and day out.
And with all that said and done, I bid you adieu for now.