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Softly, Dear
“Better Times”

Softly, Dear

Guess WUT. Our mood has been lifted, and it’s not cos of the caffiene. We’re getting a grip on shit. Not literal, metaphorical. We met our new housebuddy Tim yesterday; much like the mentality of a 5 year old being sent off to big school for the first time we were at first, admittedly, reluctant to relinquish bromancey memories of former housebuddy Ian (who, it turns out, hasn’t even left the bloody country yet, the big gingery tease). That all flushed away when Big Tim first appeared outside the front door of our Finsbury Park pad. He wore a white tshirt. He had tattoos on his arms. He looked hardcore as fuck. We liked him immediately. He’s since confessed to plans of cooking for the entire household on the reg, getting a blue-ray projector thingy in, and digging sci-fi films pertaining to the Alien genre but also is pretty down with Star Trek. So that’s all good. Also we had chicken (Nandos; we’re rolling in the big time now, and as such we cannot be seen pottering about in/around peasantries such as KFC any more. Unless we’re at a service station), which always makes us happy. In fact, think about that; have you ever seen an unhappy face in a Nandos? Add to that the fact that, for the first time in what feels like forever, we are actually on top of absolutely everything going on in our personal and professional lives (at least we feel that we are, anyway), we’re climbing out the pit of lethargy and ascending the ladder of good-times-are-a-coming. Enter Softly, Dear and their feelgood hit of the summer Better Times. They are from a place called Eu Claire, to which Wikipedia reckons the following: “Eau Claire is a city located in the west-central part of the U.S. state of Wisconsin. The population was 65,883 as of the 2010 U.S. Census, making it the 9th largest city in the state”. Pretty legit, then. Back in early June these solid-dressing, forest-dwelling dudes put out an EP called Portico, from which the current Track Of The Day is lifted. Cool. We reckon this sounds like Clap Your Hands Say Yeah doing MGMT. Intern Clark reckons this is more like Talking Heads doing Deer Hunter. Intern Clark may well be right, but it is also worth pointing out that he has decided to stroll into the office today without a beard, so really we’re choosing not to trust pretty much anything he says right now. Anyway, listen to this and please be assured that everything, no matter how bleak you feel it is right now, is going to be just fine. We’re all going to be alright.

 


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