you know it too, i think, that liminality of wakefulness. the questions that wash ashore the littoral zone and tumble away, their rhythm soothing you into another cycle of sleep. what time is it? where am i? KL? hougang? serangoon? the airfields are from canada, but they’d probably tell you it doesn’t really matter since home is always an imaginary place. over the drum machine’s detached nostalgia, lush’s wistful and world-weary voice sha la la las you back into that narrow in between consciousness. – b.
the airfields released an album earlier this year titled up all night, available on humblebee records. get it!