the best song American Football never wrote.

psychotic screams slice through soft sounds, a terrible testament to how far we have fallen, to how little we value life.

do you keep dancing as your step over dead bodies on the street?

if you've got it all figured out, congrats, i guess—but you won't get this.

can you feel the weight of death worship all around? or does still nothing move you?

sunrise & wind chimes, yesterday swept clean, melodies to keep bad dreams at bay.

an amplification of the fits and flutters of the heart, a bottling of the effervescent, half-caught breaths in the chest, and a collection of the ghosts of moments we wish we could revive.

stunning, as usual.

this is a stunning album in its breadth. meant. never disappoints, creating soundscapes that encase the listener, but this collection is particularly poignant, with single notes that ache, as if a point of light is too bright.

song one is like my Tumblr feed, circa 2012: all wildflowers in Dorset, panes dotted with rain, vintage bicycles, a breakfast table with toasted oats, a big orange bridge hidden between fog banks in my home town... and a million other beautiful things, so far away and out of reach, relegated and dismembered and flattened onto a screen, tangibly inaccessible — because the depth of beauty I want there to be doesn't seem to exist much anymore IRL. Except for here. Except with meant.

for all the candles never blown 🎂

a horrendous remembering of what wasn't. it's loud and it's quiet and it just hurts. #hardsoft

P A Y A T T E N T I O N : the only album, that i know of, that continues to grow and produce new sounds, new waves, new vibes, right here on bandcamp. y'all want the future of music, don't you? this is it.