seventeen years old. divine whines coloured my post-curfew hours with the warmest hues of disappointment, rejection and general teenage rebellion. in reverie, 2003.
Wednesday 3 March 2010
Tuesday 2 March 2010
the coming of age
not so long ago they lured us in with their choppy math rock riffs. upon their return, they are barely recognisable. they seem to have traded in the shock effect for mild, mellow serenity. this is understated, this is haunting. just the way i like it.one more to add to the soundtrack of an endless brutal winter.
(its good to know that i'm not the only one who has aged about a decade in a year.)
(its good to know that i'm not the only one who has aged about a decade in a year.)
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