Genres are a waste of time and attitude. You count it as indie or synth wave – I’d rather list reasons to explain to my mother why I’m single and fighting anxiety and body image issues. To this “Melancholic Love Shit” simply everything that makes up this generation between feverish drama and egocentricity fits. Despite or perhaps because of the great indie backround, the songs stand out from the crowd with their specific poetic note. Let’s dance like a drunk dad at a barbecue, Let’s cry like everyones watching, Let’s be RUD(e).
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