I first heard Combat Baby from this very album in my late teens — it carried a weight of melancholy that pulled me in from the sadness itself.
That urge to dance even when your heart is hanging by the last thread.
I stumbled back into it this week.
Listening to it now, I recognize it as a defining reference in my own sound.
The use of piano and other keys alongside raw, unprocessed synths puts all the weight on the harmony —
a harmony that forces me to leave behind that old world underground.
You won’t find it anymore.
