True Love

Like the night air, thick and tart, this track smells of unspoken words and cigarette smoke. It contains that very insomniac longing, when the phone screen is silent, but your head is still spinning with one face, one pair of lips, one voice. The music stretches out like a jazz beat in a bar on the outskirts: a little tired, a little drunk, but still alive.

Here, jealousy and tenderness walk arm in arm, like hooligans after a fight, and the words are either a cry or a prayer. Rough, honest, at times painfully frank - but warm nonetheless. This is one of those cases where romantic dependence sounds like the soundtrack to a film about the streets, broken hearts, and a night that never wants to end.