Under a neon skyline the city exists as the colours gun-metal and indigo. Pixelated screens decorate the sides of building, adverts running across the surface. Architecture of freebasing television.
Like a song has been produced and then filtered through a lazy VHS tape, the retro vibe is spot on throughout, synth pop, retro-electro and 80s computer-funk, wobbling brooding synths, light chord stabs, melancholy and lost.
Borrowed from some film, some imagination, slipping its way into your reality, you feel like you are in the scene; an American high school, fluorescent dreams occur on the streets, clichés so heavy and beautiful as to be irresistible.
When you return home after travelling long distances, far and away through various time-zones, clouds, sunsets, you’re neither here nor there. You are probably somewhere in between the two trying to keep your mind and your body in the same place.