Blog: Pasta Primavera

The night is fleeting. Stars are shooting like years falling into a wishing well. The forest in the center of the city is my haven. Here nature becomes the to the fading streetlights. Here the darkest black becomes the brightest blue. This is where the sounds of Loney Dear 's Dear John make sense. An album that starts in a frenzy of movement and tension ends in deep thought and meditation. Dear John is an elegant album with a modern electronic framework (think The Notwist) put together with the kind human [...]