A pulse starts up, vocals are panned beautifully across my head, the pulse is growing, stronger and stronger. A lone piano kicks in, delay ridden and full of remorse. So far, so promising. And then this buildup is interrupted by some terrible close harmonies, and some of the most cliched lyrics ever. “You wandered out into the crowd, you wonder how you got there. And the sound is very loud, from underground”. At that point I closed iTunes.
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“I lay in the bathtub, as if i were dead. I lay in the grass as if I were dead. The trees have died, the sky is death. The wind blows over my skin, as cold as death. Empty houses of death.”

Cheery stuff then. Continue Reading