This would've been perfect for the pandemia of 2020, but nevertheless, contrarily on the other hand - and anyone who's been through a break-up will feel the bare-bones poetry spoken over spare, instrumental soundscapes and dub.
This album was an ogre; a brutal sense of discordance and disassociaton - the feeling when you're flummoxed when they're gone, when you can't eat, but you force-feed yourself and you bring it up anyway; the details are raw and the truth of falling out of love is as valid as the on-boarding process - a utensil in it's own right.
Listening to Solitude is best done in exactly this context; I wouldn't bang this on at a dinner party - unless you are a fan of an atmosphere of grizzle come swiftly and I know you're not a big fan of that as you're speading posh lard on your rye bread, doing vodkas and eyeing up caviar.
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