
Extended dance-floor iterations of melancholic indie pop. Hazy synths meet steady drum machine pulses for a lonely, rhythmic night in the city.
It's like a dance party where everyone is too sad to dance but too restless to leave.
A rhythmic, pulsing sadness that feels both distant and deeply intimate.
The writing leans notably further into love lost than the rest of the catalogue.
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