I listened to Shamir’s new album this morning and I felt the love nestled between each fuzzy note. It spoke to me the way I felt spoken to the first time I listened to the Northtown EP. The sound of something urgent, necessary, and healing.
this one’s for the day when all you have left of a thing is the memory of how sad you were when it ended.
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This song is a sauna. The first notes threaten to knock you off your feet, like a wave of dry, … More