Those Sunday nights filled with static noises in the background, your radio playing a sweet tune and the low lights of a faulty 90's desk-lamp; peeling paint and all. I wanted to create a mixtape to kind of try to capture that mood. I am having one of those typical sunday nights filled with plenty of ceiling staring, strumming of a few strings and piles of paper on your bedsheets. The night sky is too much of a stranger, so is the weather- it is one of those nights where everything seems still; unusual and sinister.
I can hear the kitchen appliances scream outside, but they are pleasantly being blocked out. My mind feels like it is wrapped in cottonwool when I listen to these tracks, sweet dull cottonwool. It also makes me think of the small bedroom I slept in during my visit to Prague.
Well this mixtape is sending me to sleep.