Nothing has invigorated my spirit in a the height of a new seasonal depression like this fkn BOP. I’m crispy crunchy walking amongst the fallen leaves, noise cancelling headphones on, staring at my feet while blasting this and beaming by the time the first line hits — “The cracks in the ground grin up at me”.
it’s getting cold, and their music just feels like it is made for the winter. the soft, haunting vocals, lofi filter, and xylophone/bell sounds feel like a frigid nighttime walk. ambient music is a must for me around this time of the year.
