It’s quite unsettling just how perfectly Redpoint soundtrack looking out of the window on a damp, overcast, day in 1981.
It’s the music of grey days, of so many hopes, dreams and wishes. Of boredom, longing for something – anything – to happen and of escape to somewhere, someplace else. And in 2020 of wistful stares and decades of regrets, acceptance and gladness. Gladness for choices made, for distance, for time passed and time spent. For not looking out the same window on the same grey, damp, overcast day.
Impossibly haunting stuff.
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