Since the advent of electricity people have been on the hunt for the finest batches of electro-pop available. I believe it was Benjamin Franklin who first said: “Oh Shit, this is my jam!” He would have been well-impressed if he had been able to stick around long enough to hear this newbie from Analog Candle.
It pedals along at tandem-esque speed without a care in the world and only a mild breeze ever-so-slightly pushing the hair back behind its shoulders as the midday sun beams down to fight away any chills. “We sleep safely in our tree-houses / Collecting random garbage from our friends,“sounds like a not too shabby way to live – and, come on, all of us have got far too much crap from our nearest and dearest filling up our rooms and making us repeatedly trip over and swear at inanimate objects. This track goes down a proper treat as it keeps calm, never trying to show off but simply existing and welcoming you into its core with arms so widely open you’ll go in for a hug because it just feels like the right thing to do.
What a splendid tune this is, whack the kettle on and unwind to these perpetually soothing sounds.