Music

There is a certain love affair between the melody and the electronic beats, its a robot body with a human heart.

Its a few minor chords, drenched in butterfat, wrapped in a strummy electric guitar from Sterling Morrisons garage.

Its the soundtrack to a way that you walk in a freshly-pressed suit you just borrowed from the backseat of a Jaguar.

The insight is real, nuanced, and existential in the two-fisted sense of both expressing and normalizing the anguish of personal responsibility.

Soft Streak, with their single Ride, brings us back to yesteryear when keyboards were analog, everyone was still paying attention, and it was ok to be different.

This is a summer afternoon porch jam. Its a beautiful mix of double bass, a sweet duet harmony, slide guitar and some flat-picking.

This is late-night party music, a bold spotlight on the common beauty of stylized lethargy and liquid depressants.

There are no straight lines, there are only bodies and bandages, and a song that sets a slow Blade Runner crescendo.