I just can't get enough of that frayed-edge synth, that frail, sighing whine, that ruffled buzz.
Night Melody lives up to its name, ringing endless and dark and mysterious, with blood that flows and a mind that thinks too much until it doesn't think at all. A loose house backbone comes and goes, but the beat's an afterthought, a side effect of a sound that exists to color the dark spots of your brain 4/5
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