By Jo D. — caffeinating about music since 2016
I cried for a hundred minutes. Not in waves, not at the obvious bits — the whole way through, in a London cinema, in public, like an absolute professional.
There’s gigs you walk out of thinking damn, that was a good one. And then there’s the other ones — the ones you don’t fully understand until three days later, when your brain goes DAMN. That was Yonaka at Kentish Town.
I’ve been following Nothing But Thieves’ work for quite some time now, but for the most part of it, I’ve been what you could call quite a casual listener. But then my favorite kind of magic happened.
sticky · coiled · lingering
Lambrini Girls
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