The walk home after a long night out. The first sun rays glitter on the concrete. As euphoria slowly decays you press play and ‘Honey‘ catches you softly while sinking into melancholia. On reverberating synth pads you float again through the foggy crowds in your mind. Every note of the shimmering guitar is a flashback of nightly ease. You could happily lie down right here but the groove keeps you going. You’re not sad that your night is coming to an end- you’re happy that it happened.more