Description
Everything smells of luxury, but with a bitter tinge of unattainability. An atmosphere of silk sheets, heavy perfumes and someone else's privacy that you want to peek into, but you don't have the key.
He is a ‘hot boy’ with music and magnetism that simultaneously makes your head spin and makes you feel sick. Attraction and repulsion go hand in hand: the desire to be closer clashes with reality, where only a repetitive ‘wish’ remains - like a stuck vinyl record playing about the unattainable.
Producer, sound engineer: Sam Cooper
Mixing engineer: Alex S. Evans
Mastering: Anthony Ryan
Music publisher: Emma Kirsch, copyright
Music publisher: Sam Cooper, copyright
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