Cold Hand On A Glass Wall
Fours songs. All circling the same wound from different angles.
Delusion is the start of it. Wanting someone and wanting out at the same time. A push and pull that goes nowhere. Pages full of razors, words that cut when you touch them. It’s not love. It’s not hate. It’s the grey space in between that eats at you.
She’s Here sits in the middle. The image is simple: her hand against the glass, mine on the other side. Close enough to see, too far to reach. She’s there, but not for me. That line repeats because in moments like that, nothing else is worth saying.
Delusion 2 is the spiral. The same scene, same characters, but the words change. The rejection turns to dependence. The thing that was killing you becomes the only thing keeping you upright. It’s ugly, but it’s honest.
Delusion Suicide is the resolution (a bonus track)
The EP is coldwave at its bare minimum - brutal drum machines, sparse synth lines, and a voice that doesn’t pretend to care about resolution. It is not about closure but more about sitting inside the feeling until it either fades or finishes you.
The EP is here at Bandcamp
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Cheers,
George