more fucked up than fiction

if i was at pompeii when the volcano erupted id have been fine

my grandpa was there actually and he died

mr bastille???

there’s an echo of lorde’s melodrama in doom days’ sonic and lyric cohesion, in the way it feels more like a piece of musical than an album… not to mention that while the party is a traumatising experience in melodrama, it is somehow healing in doom days, making the two albums a kind of inversed sonic pair of mirrors reflecting the same experience: the end of the world, whether within the self or outside of it. in this essay i will-

The amount of questions Bastille asks in their songs really stresses me out

my life feels like…a bastille song…sounds v upbeat but there are way too many questions and just filled with existential anxiety