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lawns captures a unique bleakness.
a simple concept, but the weaving of spoken words, vocalizations, ambiguous bassline, bleak background vocals resonating, and the crescendo of crackling distortion, immerse me in icy and uncertain emotional memory with frustrating normalcy. the loosely instrumented intro perfectly sets this tone, contrasting the feeling of forgetting, of the intangible memory slipping through my fingers as the song ends abruptly in realization. pigeon