Mister Sinister (alt-J, Relaxer review)
A short poem. Lifeless he crept upon her, Daytime was not his friend, Melancholy was her only friend, What if the taste lingered for a time, It is eerie outside at this time, Too many sounds, too many noises, It’s all rather eccentric. We all need to own our weirdness, and alt-J could go in…
