Angsty without the typical irritations, it’s sensual sax-y (sorry, not sorry) groove tunes that slowly melt into a viscous pool of left-field pop loss and self-imposed isolation. “I don’t trust you anymore,” he croons repeatedly over moody vocal echoes, squelchy scales and sparse bass drum beats. “Isn’t it such a shame? I look through files of you and feel ashamed.”
Operating on an ethos of acrid loss, it’s a song that revolves around the idea of being wronged. Because ever if he’s emotionally bruised, it’s ultimately better than bringing you back. Heartstring-tugging and tenderly produced, it’s dysphoric, downcast pop that takes measured melancholy to it’s furthest reaches. Stream the wistful, tear-stained track below.