POP your heart out.
Future Conditional-Broken Robots
There's something to be said about broken items. Hearts, glass, dreams, robots.
There's something to be said about this sort of vintage-y electronica. Pop and minimal, and all repetition and these little bleeps of sound. This echoing, male and female vocals, balancing with dark undertones, unspoke accusations, plain words not with malice but with something like resignation? Acceptance?
And oh, when the boy rambles, in that faintly bitter tone of his, a continuous stream of words over these backing, pressuring da da da's (don't worry, it's less cute than it sounds), it seems the story is summed up with perfection.
There's something to be said about broken items. Hearts, glass, dreams, robots.
There's something to be said about this sort of vintage-y electronica. Pop and minimal, and all repetition and these little bleeps of sound. This echoing, male and female vocals, balancing with dark undertones, unspoke accusations, plain words not with malice but with something like resignation? Acceptance?
And oh, when the boy rambles, in that faintly bitter tone of his, a continuous stream of words over these backing, pressuring da da da's (don't worry, it's less cute than it sounds), it seems the story is summed up with perfection.
Labels: boyandgirl, electronicapop, heartbreak, robots
Annemarie-Bubblegum I See
This is beyond--light fluffs of pastel clouds, cuddly shapes, bubbles in glistening hues of happiness and brightness, innocence and so much love and adoration and sunshine! and rainbows! and fresh dew on fields of green grass! and daisys! and tiny flowers! dancing in the softest caress of a breeze! holding hands! smiles and laughs and giggles and memories and nostalgia and living light as a butterfly. This is beyond--twee as fuck POP! cuddlecore anything.
Bliss.
This is beyond--light fluffs of pastel clouds, cuddly shapes, bubbles in glistening hues of happiness and brightness, innocence and so much love and adoration and sunshine! and rainbows! and fresh dew on fields of green grass! and daisys! and tiny flowers! dancing in the softest caress of a breeze! holding hands! smiles and laughs and giggles and memories and nostalgia and living light as a butterfly. This is beyond--twee as fuck POP! cuddlecore anything.
Bliss.
Labels: boyandgirl, pastels, sunshine, swee
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