I feel like an insect stuck inside a sticky sweet web, the deeper I go into the trap, the more lost I get. Yet I don’t know that I’m lost, or I don’t care. Every surface, each moment, all the breath, working as one to seal my fate. All I’m capable of doing is pressing repeat.
Listening to this record on repeat for the last four days, I was constantly struck by how deep and diverse it is, yet tight and intensely focused. One could be excused for thinking the music here is naive, or overly optimistic, but just below the shimmering surface is a collection of songs that remind the listener that it is they that lack the experience. Thus the need to play over and over.