March (if not this whole year?) belongs without contest to The War On Drugs Lost in the Dream.
Ten hazy tracks of roads stretching on and on, into a billowing cloud of dream-filled Americana.
It is the sound of Californian bums & vagabonds.
Ethereal, effervescent guitars that slowly shift and shatter layers of melody into a blissful haze. The tracks are long and meaty, each arcing, shifting and building, each one a burgeoning day dream.
This has been to soundtrack to my every train ride, every bus shelter & every midnight walk.
Lost in the Dream could not be a more apt title for this transporting LP. It is nostalgia, it is sunrise in July & it is the open road.
If you listen to nothing else, if you can't spare an hour of your life for this absolute beast, then listen to Red Eyes, below. And stream the full album at the bottom of this post - you're so, so welcome.
Thoughts? Feelings?
Let me know what you think in the comments :)
Kate
