It’s dark at around 8.15 pm now, and only getting darker. We cling to the last sunny days like rafts. Autumn is a cruel mistress, sprinkling morning frost and making plants go limp in her hands. The bloom is fading from gardens, reminding us all of impermanence.
I have a complicated relationship with September. It’s the end of festivals and the start of shorter days, a memento mori. It makes me feel sad and shivery, but also grateful, as we see the most beautiful leaves and sunsets.
Hit The North 
🍂 🍁 same. I’m sad for summer and at the same time glad something new is in the air.
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Well OK! The Young Gods, wow! Really liked that and never heard of them! Do you have an entry point you’d recommend for their catalogue? I see it’s pretty deep. Got a Morrison vibe off the video of that singer by way of his spinal gyrating. And loved his deep sonorous voice and that warm synth! Thanks for the share, and for the sentiment on the season too. It’s a fun one for the poets innit? We come out like worms it seems.
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They’re a Swiss band, usually a bit more akin to Swans, industrial but with synths, so this is a bit of a departure. I’d recommend the eponymous debut, or ‘TV Sky’ .
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Lovely and thank you so much Lorelei!
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