Melbourne's Grand Salvo released a really great album last year called 'Slay Me In My Sleep'. Each track is lovely and each comes equipped with a song title that reads like a Fiona Apple album title (for example, track number 3 is called ‘She was also watching on the occasion of his first break in. His face was lit by the moon, and was so familiar she'd thought he was a ghost. She'd listened to him moving about the house, and when he'd fallen quiet, she had said a name aloud. There was a sudden commotion of running steps, and he was gone. In the room he had left, an album of photographs lay spilled across the floor.’).
But I still haven't properly absorbed the entire album yet and this is probably down to the fact that his track 'Needles' —which is off his previous album 'Soil Creatures'— is so damn perfect. After a little bit of time spent enjoying his new album, I keep finding myself wanting to go back and listen to the old album.
Which leads to me mostly listening to 'Needles' again and again, while wishing that I could make something so beautiful and wondering why the world doesn't celebrate songs as simple and perfect as this one.