Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy & Matt Sweeney. Bed is for sleeping / work, darkness, doors, storms / I just wished the magical moment of the first snow of the year would have been surrounded by more positive things (haven’t heard that song in a million years).
Junip. Rope and summit / knees, hands and throats / the worst autumn/winter in my life just keeps dragging on | „We’ve got our rope and summit […], but we need to wake up. Unmasking your fears, one by one see them disappear into the fog down below. Slipping is fine, as long as you don’t fall. […] Clues of a gathering storm, it’s time to wake up. Time to move on.“
[…] Youthful confusion, vulnerability and sweetness mirrored universal fumbling feelings of growing up and facing down the complexities of love, heartbreak, long-distance yearning and budding nostalgia. […] Transatlanticism swims in uncertainty, as if its narrator isn’t even quite sure how feelings work yet.