It’s called Post Punk for a reason.
Cocoa, caramel, & vanilla. Sounds sweet, but it isn’t. It’s tension and release. A little dark undercurrent, a little flicker of sugar, something warm that keeps you lingering.
It’s the cup you reach for when the guitar comes in sharp and a little restless. When the bass is walking. When you feel like moving.
You don’t linger in it.
You ride it.
