Saturday, 12 September 2015

Let Me Imagine You

Music from a museum, as in art that heals you. Lyrically, too, Forster arrogantly rhymes ‘things’ with ‘things’, the brilliant man that he is. The album has been on repeat for days, merging with faces and streets, and the review is due at some point next week.

I haven’t heard a better song in years. The melody stings with understatement, as do the lyrics. The lyrics are phenomenal. Unassuming. Forster-like.