All Aglow by DJ Absolutely Garden

Slowed loops of festive songs. Four odes to those moments laden, so as the day itself may masquerade in weightlessness - the humid gas-marked hours, the unshifting thrice-pudded fatigue, surfaces crocked and paper-stricken. The settled sigh at the end of the verses. The sudden reconnection of a jingled ephemera with its anticipations and its consequences. Music for cardboard doors coming sequentially off their hinges, for lockjawed bins and the rehungered attic. Where are you?