Diagrams – ‘Ghost Lit’

A gushing, psychedelic trip

This gushing, psychedelic trip of beard-stroking-knob-twiddling utopianism is such a dazzling haze of sonic wizardry, it’s easy to miss the rather sinister undercurrent: “We are killing ourselves with the softest smiles” swoons Sam Genders, like some sort of folktronic Brother Grimm ready to snap you out of a hook-induced euphoria by boiling your bones for breakfast.

Jenny Stevens