on life, music etc beyond mainstream

2014 4 Apr

Now, in the late hours of a West Hampstead spring evening,

von: Michael Engelbrecht Filed under: Blog | TB | Comments off



I listened (again and again) to the forthcoming album of the dude with the hat from Morocco and that guy who’s carrying hidden places in his name. The lyrics are – in parts – surreal  – a wild joy is at work, and darkness a close friend, and nearly every song is full of cars and stars, and dreams and demons. The last song is – firing on all cylinders – a subversive form of nostalgia, a bitter-sweet lullaby for the end of the world. 

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