Listen to the song above three times over. At least. It’ll make you feel like you’re skating blood and gouging intensity.
Sure. Julia Holter does sound softened, magical, intimate. Beauty is saddened.
Someone was kind enough to send me the Effi Briest album. I was thinking of subtitling this post “one more reason why I’m cooler than you” but realised that the increments of cultural capital I’m obtaining by behaving in such a juvenile way are micro-minute, and that probably I’m best left talking about circular patterns […]