the morning

When House of Balloons first appeared it was an enigma.  No interviews, no identities, just this music.  Beach House samples, dangerous lyrics, a voice so smooth it sounded like auto-tune, a silky guitar hook and a drop to blow your hair back.  It was this faceless voice from the basements of sex and degradation and darkness.  It was creepy good.

“Girl put in work…” 

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