Favorite lyric: Stamp on the ground and the ceiling falls in
Shape is a schizophrenic mismatch of mind-spinning lyrics and organized music. It blends any kind of meaning with nonsensical words and then puts a very sane, very graceful sound behind it. Very Sylvia Plath.
Reminds us of: Agnes Obel
Listen to: when your mind is fuzzy
Glitter Pox rating: 70% contagious
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