
The album's songs operate like dioramas, slowly but surely drawing you in until you find yourself wanting to live inside of Youth Lagoon's small-scale epics. It's cozy and comfortable in there, and for the time it takes this magical record to play itself out, the outside world shrinks to a point of inconsequentiality. It's that perfect Sunday morning record where everything is slowed, subtle and hopeful. It's also exactly the kind of record you're going to need when the dark gets too dark during the winter season.
"Montana"
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