Damn, LA is serving up some delicious dream pop theses days. Dr Fadeaway hits me with the same exhausted sigh of Troye Sevan’s Happy Little Pill—take me away. Dry my eyes. Bring color to my skies. They sum up what it means to be tired to your bones.
Why am I this way
Dr Fadeaway’s dreamy guitar and synth put your head up in the clouds, their harmony makes your eyes glaze, and the bass keeps your feet safely on the ground so you don’t float away. It all makes me anxious for fall to finally come.