So many artists and music tracks I'd like to share with you but I'm in the middle of a maelstrom, moving house and living out of boxes.
Here's a little precious gouter to tide you over. What do you think of the art direction? I'm torn between wonderment and excited schadenfreude to something else, something uncomfortable. A lot of comments have already been made comparing this to The Knife, but I suppose I've never separated Honey is Cool, The Knife or Fever Ray as separate entities. For me, that would be akin to divorcing one period of an artist's repertoire from the others. It's all one glorious journey. That said, I do find myself drawn to one or the other, depending on my mood.
Fever Ray // To The Moon And Back // 2017
Concurrently, this gem is very relevant to me and I hum a few key lines over and over, Tourette's style.
Fever Ray // When I Grow Up // Fever Ray // 2009
When I grow up
I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That's what I'll do
Throwing out a boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me
When I grow up
I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
that's what i'll have
Starting at a seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me
(Honorable mentions: here, here, here, here ... amongst others)
Here's a little precious gouter to tide you over. What do you think of the art direction? I'm torn between wonderment and excited schadenfreude to something else, something uncomfortable. A lot of comments have already been made comparing this to The Knife, but I suppose I've never separated Honey is Cool, The Knife or Fever Ray as separate entities. For me, that would be akin to divorcing one period of an artist's repertoire from the others. It's all one glorious journey. That said, I do find myself drawn to one or the other, depending on my mood.
Fever Ray // To The Moon And Back // 2017
Concurrently, this gem is very relevant to me and I hum a few key lines over and over, Tourette's style.
Fever Ray // When I Grow Up // Fever Ray // 2009
When I grow up
I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That's what I'll do
Throwing out a boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me
When I grow up
I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
that's what i'll have
Starting at a seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me
(Honorable mentions: here, here, here, here ... amongst others)
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