Sometimes I walk around and I can’t hear anything else: the only sound I have is that of my own mind thinking, thinking, always thinking. And then I can’t see anyone else, and I’m just walking down a straight, featureless road, the sides blurry, the surface smooth, the odd tree, the end nowhere. And then I can’t even see the road, and there’s nothing at all, just the relentless, unforgiving drum of my brain, rolling those thoughts out like a machine that can’t be switched off, an out-of-control robot. And then I wake up, and, for a few seconds, there’s just blissful emptiness. And then I remember her, and it all starts again.
Night Angles is, according to The Line Of Best Fit, “the space disco project of 28 year-old Londoner Tim Eve”. He has a 12″ out on Force Majeure in May and has previously worked under the monikers T-Tips and Gegenschein.