Art is cyclical. As generations grow old, the sense of nostalgia installs in such a way that we cannot escape the need to reach for out for the “good old days”. And that sometimes means going back to a period we weren’t even born, but we feel so attached (maybe because our parents or grandparents has introduced them to us) that it is impossible not to reach back.
Although I am only now approaching my 30s, this feeling is currently involving me.
It is hard to evaluate the current music world. And I mean that in the nicest way. It is my own personal way to acknowledge the fascinating fact that technology has allowed us to curate what we like in music.
Because of this I am constantly looking for new bands that can grab me in this infinite multiverse. One band is at the top of this list: the British band The 1975.
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