‚Omens‘ feels like a long night: empty, cold, but full of feeling. The drums tick cautiously, the bass pulsates darkly and persistently, while synths and guitars stretch out wide, frosty expanses. Steven Fleet’s voice lies over it like a narrow ray of light, vulnerable and determined at the same time, naming loss without pathos and…
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Fallout – kamikaze
“Fallout” feels like a state that slowly creeps into your body until you realise you’ve long since been breathing in a different atmosphere. The song doesn’t open up space; it constricts it. Everything is reduced to a few precisely placed elements: guitars that shimmer like thin strands of electricity, synth pads that spread like a…
