Hark! The creak of leather biker jackets! The smell of stale cigarette smoke in airless basements! The shimmering tone of a guitar played by someone with red eyes and a deadened heart! 2:54 do a fine job of unpicking the feeling you get when you obsessively love something (people, drugs, 4AD’s back catalogue) and unspooling it over four humid minutes.
Louise Brailey