Itsumo

Bright and slightly messy, like hair after a sudden fringe cut, this track sounds like a walk down a sun-drenched street after a bad night's sleep. At first, there is a lot of rustling and vulnerability in it - things glued together with feathers and glue, small crabs by the stream, stations with tracks leading outside. But above all, there is a soft voice, as if warming your hands, promising: you can leave everything behind if it's too hard. Even yourself.

The music here is like the rustling of a morning city: a cat's sleep to the sound of electric trains, the glare of shop windows and strangers' voices that become warmth. Nothing heroic - just a quiet but persistent tenderness with which the world repairs cracks while no one is looking.