Unfolding night, I got this little light, got this little light, praying in my own spot-lightning strikes, through a kite string, no hiding, cheekbones shining.
Where you go I'll follow, where you go I'll follow.
If'n, you see, white moths all crowding her feet, know she is growing, she walks in beauty knowing, her spring is flowing.
If'n, her hands, become white nests, all full of sand, she's waiting, for gentle help, she's helpless, black puppy yelp.
The French producer's debut makes an ideal chillout soundtrack, its synth jams swirling with Balearic textures and hypnotic trip-hop beats. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024