Mostly, you're gonna wanna listen to this one alone.
Not necessarily on headphones or because it sounds
like Low; mainly 'cause, if you pay attention, it's
gonna get you all emotional and dreamy. And feelin'
just for the sake of feelin', which is nice sometimes,
especially when you're alone. And More Deep
Cuts will make you feel, hurt maybe, no doubtin'
that. Thee More Shallows arrange their music kind of
like a soundtrack, to match the real-life feelings
of living. And succeed quite well at it, they do.
The violin tears vengefully through the air. And your
heart rate increases. Then it buckles to a sorrowful
moan, swinging sad and alone like a forgotten tire on
a rope. And a lump rises. Bass builds with teary
aggression and the guitar tick, ticks away, noting the
passing of time. And your stomach turns. Piano keys
come down with delicate, persistent grace, making
everything in life seem suddenly bigger than it is.
Your vision trails to nowhere. Vocals appear tired and
strained to have made an appearance, slumming about as
if they've been beat down too many times to try
anymore. And your stomach rolls back over. The drums,
and occasional drum machine, seem to keep the rest
from falling apart with the stable pace they set.
And the lump continues its rise, continues to move
you, reminds you life means something. And it's worth