I listen. What I hear is a beautiful voice surrounded by the slightly distorted rock music that I like. I hear a naked and romantic soundscape upon which the sad voice falls. I hear the singer, whose voice I love, break through a mix of nostalgia, contemporary and timeless music.
I listen all day long. I listen at night, as I wait for my eyelids to become heavy. I listen, and I want more.
I got my copy of Brett Anderson’s new and fourth solo album, ‘
Black Rainbows’, by mail this Friday. It was eagerly awaited. The snippets of the songs that I had previously heard had made me very interested and I knew this album would be special.
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After these few days it’s difficult to say that some songs have become favourites already. However I must admit that I feel something special for ‘
Unsung’, ‘
Crash About to Happen’, ‘
This Must Be Where It Ends’, and ‘Possession’.
Now I wish that I get at chance to hear these songs live, but yet it doesn’t seem so.
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