#2424 Gas - Narkopop

Pop remains a masterpiece of objectified music, of the tangible untouchable. Narkopop mostly abandons that empty magic for something more narrative, more tense. Moon-shaped horns wander through in mourning. A peaceful stalking dread seeps in. It feels a bit like dying, slowly, the sound of blood pumping, wind in ears; of hope dropping in measures from your body 4/5