One listen.

Let it carry me as much as I could. Found I had to force myself at points, but otherwise this came through without actively thinking, and I’m happy with the result.

downy are an interesting band. As far as I’m aware, they’re named after a softener brand, and their music is very experimental and not at the same time. That comes through quite well on “Night Crawlin'”; there’s a strong sense of traditional structure (not all their songs are like this) and it’s doing things with how the instruments express themselves that aren’t necessarily traditional. Not sure if that’s the best way to put it.

downy’s “Night Crawlin'” is from 8th album “Untitled” (all their albums are untitled; this is the eighth one).

I hope you enjoy.

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Drums striking and thumping, playing what feels like a little shuffle, but might not be. Don’t know. Soon guitar comes in, feeling like it should be ringing out more, and holding onto restraint. Bass fills in the spaces, plays carefully.

Soon more guitar joins, finding other parts it can sit in in seeming gentle strikes. Voice fragile, seemingly weak, carrying words that seemed pained. A moment holds on the percussion and everything then moves into a build of ragged melody and roughened emotion.

There’s a hurt here as sounds scream out in brightness, howling and crying before settling back to a verse. Settling, tempered, but some things are changed. Not all, but some.

Those vocals wander lonely among a blurred landscape, sketches, impressions. Suggestions of surroundings and soon there’s that unleash once more, and emotions cascade upon interactions with nothing, and inner turmoil becomes external.

Calling out once more, forming shape and framing context, and context leads to a dance between loneliness and and the self, or maybe it’s more pensive joy. That sensation of happiness, of ebullience, of bliss, of jubilation of in the moment whilst pensiveness and melancholy lurks around everything. And these times fall into memory, and things are changed as they’re thought of over long walks in the dark; among the backdrop of the night framing space as empty, and it goes on until everything stops and the song ends.