setting myself up for the inevitable disappointment whereby the studio version of this song materialises and isn’t quite the greatest thing ever recorded.
there’s also something very charming about the timing of every “whoo” in this video, and the crunchy, crappy way that the drums come through the iPhone, sounding like exploding fireworks. this song sounds like new year’s eve, like the first night of the summer, like being in an infinity pool, like locking eyes with someone across the room and feeling content. it merits a sad-but-happy, knowing, dramatic clip like “video games” or something.
miguel and jessie to write their respective fourth and third albums COMPLETELY together, please, for the sake and betterment of humanity
this song is like, extraordinarily beautiful, maybe one of my very top favourites of 2014
i’m a little sad that broods’ members are more faceless and less outspoken than lorde because i feel like they have managed to yield more interesting and delicate results from her & joel little’s sonic templates, and they mostly avoid her occasionally clumsy songwriting trip ups
i’ve already written about their cute spice girls references but goddamn this song and its untrue drums and the way the paintbrush of vocals in the last minute bathes the world in colour. this is the sort of song i’d hoped to see on coexist when i saw that album’s cover, its X a marbled spectrum.
following it up on the album with the dreary “medicine” is perfect in a way because it immediately engages impulses to hit the rewind button.
probably sadder than i felt when i heard robin williams / lauren bacall / joan rivers had passed?
the only time i’ve ever heard this band’s songs is in the gym and in other people’s cars, and to say i think they’re great is probably an overstatement, but to be gone at 25 when you’re on the brink of world domination like that? man, that’s crushing.
life is so short. i’m 24 and i’m already worrying about my best years slipping away too fast. live it hard and safe and cherish every second because every second of your life is special and precious even if sometimes it doesn’t seem like it.
sorry to sound like instagram spam but you know what i mean.
You are eight years old. Your aunt has given you a biscuit tin full of antique costume jewelry: there are Venetian glass beads and gold filigree things and tiny little snuff boxes set with enamel flowers. Even the tin itself is beautiful, covered…
this is beautiful and sad and clem bastow is such a champ