‘Cause I am flawed/When I am through those doors/’Cause I am flawed/Time’s unsure/I should do whatever will make you feel secure
from Voyeur lyrics by James Blake
Swelling from casual, sedated lonerisms, into a manic tornado drill synth palpitation, clattered about with some glass percussion fills, sweat, will appear on your brow – right now, feel it – as you follow Blake into a genius, 30-word womb of the mind’s most self-deprecating insecurities; [LISTEN].
