Brooding, lo-fi synth nocturnes and noirish thriller ambience on the label behind that ace Metro Riders side - like 1991 doing dungeon synth or BM intros
One to get wrapped up in on long winter nights in the northern hemisphere, ‘Languor’ introduces, ostensibly for the first time, Nothing But Heart. Our suspicions tell us this may well be an alias of Possible Motive showrunner Henrik Stelzer, aka Metro Riders and Fluorescent Height, we couldn’t confirm or deny either way. Any road, the vibe is bang on point for solo ruminations by Ikea desk light, with a unfussy, perfectly toned and poetic grasp of pace and atmosphere that perfuses the album from its Carpenterian opener ‘Afraid of Pretty Things’, thru the sodden gloom of ‘Salem’, to the furtive creep of ‘Secret Confession’ and dry-iced sashay to close.
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Brooding, lo-fi synth nocturnes and noirish thriller ambience on the label behind that ace Metro Riders side - like 1991 doing dungeon synth or BM intros
One to get wrapped up in on long winter nights in the northern hemisphere, ‘Languor’ introduces, ostensibly for the first time, Nothing But Heart. Our suspicions tell us this may well be an alias of Possible Motive showrunner Henrik Stelzer, aka Metro Riders and Fluorescent Height, we couldn’t confirm or deny either way. Any road, the vibe is bang on point for solo ruminations by Ikea desk light, with a unfussy, perfectly toned and poetic grasp of pace and atmosphere that perfuses the album from its Carpenterian opener ‘Afraid of Pretty Things’, thru the sodden gloom of ‘Salem’, to the furtive creep of ‘Secret Confession’ and dry-iced sashay to close.
Brooding, lo-fi synth nocturnes and noirish thriller ambience on the label behind that ace Metro Riders side - like 1991 doing dungeon synth or BM intros
One to get wrapped up in on long winter nights in the northern hemisphere, ‘Languor’ introduces, ostensibly for the first time, Nothing But Heart. Our suspicions tell us this may well be an alias of Possible Motive showrunner Henrik Stelzer, aka Metro Riders and Fluorescent Height, we couldn’t confirm or deny either way. Any road, the vibe is bang on point for solo ruminations by Ikea desk light, with a unfussy, perfectly toned and poetic grasp of pace and atmosphere that perfuses the album from its Carpenterian opener ‘Afraid of Pretty Things’, thru the sodden gloom of ‘Salem’, to the furtive creep of ‘Secret Confession’ and dry-iced sashay to close.
Brooding, lo-fi synth nocturnes and noirish thriller ambience on the label behind that ace Metro Riders side - like 1991 doing dungeon synth or BM intros
One to get wrapped up in on long winter nights in the northern hemisphere, ‘Languor’ introduces, ostensibly for the first time, Nothing But Heart. Our suspicions tell us this may well be an alias of Possible Motive showrunner Henrik Stelzer, aka Metro Riders and Fluorescent Height, we couldn’t confirm or deny either way. Any road, the vibe is bang on point for solo ruminations by Ikea desk light, with a unfussy, perfectly toned and poetic grasp of pace and atmosphere that perfuses the album from its Carpenterian opener ‘Afraid of Pretty Things’, thru the sodden gloom of ‘Salem’, to the furtive creep of ‘Secret Confession’ and dry-iced sashay to close.
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Brooding, lo-fi synth nocturnes and noirish thriller ambience on the label behind that ace Metro Riders side - like 1991 doing dungeon synth or BM intros
One to get wrapped up in on long winter nights in the northern hemisphere, ‘Languor’ introduces, ostensibly for the first time, Nothing But Heart. Our suspicions tell us this may well be an alias of Possible Motive showrunner Henrik Stelzer, aka Metro Riders and Fluorescent Height, we couldn’t confirm or deny either way. Any road, the vibe is bang on point for solo ruminations by Ikea desk light, with a unfussy, perfectly toned and poetic grasp of pace and atmosphere that perfuses the album from its Carpenterian opener ‘Afraid of Pretty Things’, thru the sodden gloom of ‘Salem’, to the furtive creep of ‘Secret Confession’ and dry-iced sashay to close.