Sometimes the best music can make one feel emotion that you may lack in everyday life, or a nostalgia for some other existence that really can't be attained, and this is exactly what I got from Lush. Maybe it's an autistic trait or due to me being mentally damaged somehow from injury in my early years, but for me music can transport me mentally to other places, and on occasion bring me greater happiness than anything else in life. The best music to me has always been music that I've felt I could live inside.
I understand for some this may be hard to imagine, but I guess that's just down to one's own Weltanschaung.
Without the mental health bit, this sums up almost exactly how I feel about my favourite records.
In that case it probably isn't due to fracturing my skull at age 3. I'm sure I can blame something else on it.
Anyway, that obsession with Lush became an obsession with Ride, Slowdive My Bloody Valentine and the Cocteau Twins when I realised I'd missed an entire genre of bands that were my ideal type of music at the time. Talk about being born a few years too late.
I'm currently obsessed in the same way with The Indigo Girls, even though a great deal of their stuff is sappy sentimental country. I can't really put my finger on what it is about them that gets me. I think it's just the strong wistful country chord progressions. That's old stuff and it quite easily triggers nostalgia. Aimee Mann has used it to great effect too, and obviously Counting Crows have done it a lot.