Since I’ve ended up incoherently semi-shouting this at several people recently (sorry, Nat), I’ll save myself the time and write it down: Connor Sherlock’s The Migration feels to me like witnessing an apocalyptic event, and it’s great. There you are, wandering around the surface of some desolate world, only bleached bones and warbling synth for company, when the end comes. Or a beginning. Or… a change, definitely. And then the music really kicks in and oh god, this is terrible, this is beautiful, I’m so glad I’m here for it.
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