Like grapes from a vine, each song falls amongst the dirty garden bed and reeks into the sunlight, a wonderfully bright sunlight.
There’s a strange and beautiful fight amongst these starry Milky Way-drunk pop songs.
Lines like ‘You’re so near, how do you make things disappear?’ just ring fucking true like staring up at the sky, tearing up.
There are moments that remind me of the cheekiness + sweetness of Clag.
‘No Rules In Outta Space’ by 2 Chevrons.