Review: The Dear Hunter – Sunya
Maybe the real Indigo Child was the friends we made along the way.
Maybe the real Indigo Child was the friends we made along the way.
Free drinks for everyone? At the end of the world, it’s the least you could do.
Wow, what lovely orchestration… wait, what was I listening to again?
Though long since wilted
The flower’s beauty blooms still
In memory’s eye.
Chill, lo-fi beats to play air guitar to.
Who’s ready for the Subway Oscars?
Math rock ain’t dead.
These songs are something you never can forget.
I’d find it easier to escape if this music weren’t making me so sleepy…
Welcome to spooky season, motherfuckers.