First press 2025.
Heart-on-sleeve Irish melancholia done absolutely right. Sparse piano, swelling strings, and that unmistakable feeling of staring out the window pretending you’re in a film. It’s gentle, sad, and kind of hopeful all at once - like Nils Frahm wandered into a Dublin pub and someone just quietly hit record. The kind of record that’ll have you reflecting on life, or at least thinking about texting your ex, which is basically the same thing.
FFO: Nils Frahm, Ólafur Arnalds, Max Richter, Hania Rani