from the mind of teenage indie visionary kai slater (check out the hallogallo youth tean beat collective in chicago) comes this infectious lil record of tape recorded pop bliss, havenāt been this impressed by pop songwriting in a bit
ffo: gbv, cherry peel era of montreal, cleaners from venus, csh
thereās nothing better than do something (it can be your hobbie or even some work, it donāt matter) late at night when no one is disturbing you, you have no new notifications at your phone, your neighbourhood is silent, the world is quiet and calm
thatās the best time
āall those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rainā
the visuals, the lightning, the characters, the dialogues, the sound, the atmosphere, thereās nothing about this movie i donāt love
my roommateās cat is named wanda, and half of my texts sound like I live with a middle aged woman who doesnāt understand boundaries, I love her dearly.
