By Anu | December 19th, 2012
Sometimes a song comes along that makes you want to hide from the world. You want to carry it in your back pocket and pull it out when you’re alone and feeling hopelessly romantic about music.
Alas, as someone who writes about tracks I care about, it’s with great sadness and pleasure that I share this one with you all. It’s a dream of a song — the kind you want around at night while you’re laying out on a rooftop staring at the stars, having a conversation with a lush, twinkling sky.
I also wanted to keep Mountain Range’s identity a secret, so that one day we can collide fatefully before he becomes musical king of the universe. Again, I guess I’m supposed to let you all meet.
Mountain Range is Stuart Thomas from the UK. He describes his sounds as the product of “old instruments, a laptop, a million awful ideas and a few acceptable ones and endless cups of tea.” I would like to tell Thomas that we should meet over tea and discuss how he must really mean brilliant when he says awful.