Blog: melophobe

On Climb Up , vocals hang drowsily overhead like a warm haze. It's tempting to stay low where the air is easier to breathe, but the rhythm section spins you around and rudely propels you into the dark. Apse don't write songs; rather, they capture moods of surprising density and texture. Reminds us of: Ride Free days | Sigur Rós | that guy with the Flaming Lips story who never bothers to remember that he's told it to you before Apse: ( Official [...]