Where You Need To Be

Sometimes my head starts repeating things. Words, as if hypnotised, go round and round: ‘look at this’, ‘never look back’, ‘heat, heat, heat’... It's as if someone is replaying the same moment over and over again to remember it - or, conversely, to forget it.

This track is like a hot echo from within. Monotonous, pulsating, almost meditative. It's as if the lights have been turned off in the room, a strobe light has been turned on, and now it's not about meaning, but about feeling. About a forehead covered in sweat. About ‘no’ that sounds more like ‘yes, but with fists clenched in pockets.’

For some, it's just a rhythm. For others, it's a way to make sure that everything is real: if it hurts, then you're alive.