If you have to wake up with a song in your head, you could do a lot worse than this one, from Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci’s Gorky 5 album. I always meant to get into Gorky’s more than I actually did; I never bought one of their albums, and only know – and love – this song because it appeared on a compilation given away free with a copy of the NME years ago. But despite my apathy in exploring the band’s wider catalog, this remains a favorite song of mine, for the innocence it displays, the purity of emotion throughout the whole thing. That it also has a folky sound, a mellow relaxation across its longing, merely underscores the… niceness of the whole thing. Something being “nice” may not be the best selling point for many, I know, but yet for me, it works just fine.
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