i am stardust descended down, i am born of the trampled ground, i am known by what i displace, a hundred thousand rings of light all tangled up in chains, underneath my window paine where the cold wind blows, i have no name i have not made, i made a game i cannot play, it is almost a riddle in disguise, a hundred thousand rings of light all tangled up in chains, underneath my window paine where the cold wind blows.
Mysterious and vaguely vaporwavey, the synth songs on the latest from Stefan Smith hover like distant mirages, opaque and beguiling. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 26, 2022