Six By Seven
The Closer You Get

I don't know what this "The Closer You Get" is doing in the stereo. In the car radio, in the iPod, in the ears. Is it stealing my life or is it its soundtrack?

I don't know what these Six By Seven are, so close to the chasm that splits me from head to groin. If they are screams, melody, feedback, samples, anger, muffled voices, flickering lights. Visions of British metropolises trapped in a gaze, celestial, as if the sky were raining down, reflected in a pool immortalized, like that, by an old sepia-effect photo.

I don't know where this humidity is coming from, maybe it's that it's raining inside through the headphones. Spasms, tensions, contractions, moist eyes. And everything is so alive, curled up, shy, and quite intimate. Nonetheless hidden from crowded streets, from clichés.

Sorry, I have no other directions, I have no labels that suit me, whether it's britpop, shoegaze, or something else. It's just that I can't do without it, that I don't know what to say anymore, I'm exhausted, I just want another hour, I just want to listen to it again from the beginning.