Skyjelly - We Pull the Stars Over Our Heads Like Covers

gorgeous: the aesthetic is grubby but layers of sweet melody and progression shine within it like bright windows of a passing submarine. At times, we’re in near darkness, the light only present in a subtle distance. Yet in these spaces we rely on other sensory apparatus – maybe sound or smell. Rust. A whale’s lament that reverberates through our flesh. Yet soon, within these other dark stimuli, patterns emerge that open tiny cracks in the grey dirge and, as a poet once said, let the light in - elirector