They don’t make em like this anymore! The kind of music that you’d get at the end of a coming of age 80s movie.
8 glorious synth-filled minutes of melancholy
Crying at the disco
Madness in reflective, conscientious mode. Really floors me every time.
Everyone will interpret this thread differently but for me it’s always about those haunting chords and orchestral strings
This would sometimes make an appearance at afters at someone’s flat in Bermondsey. And everything made sense. It’s the records that sound profound but you don’t know why.
Pino Palladino on fretless bass
this one, based on the description “the kind of music that you’d get at the end of a coming of age 80s movie”
The Lotus Eaters “It Hurts” (1986)