Marcel Winatschek

The Track That Wrecked My Evening

Yeah, I already posted a video today. Two in one day is lazy and I know it. Don’t care. I’ve spent the last two hours listening to this Mao Abe track on repeat and something had to give. She’s eighteen. The song is ridiculous—bright and slightly unhinged, her voice sitting in the mix like it was placed there by someone who understood exactly what they were doing. I love it in the specific way that makes you feel slightly sick, where you catch yourself listening for the fifth time and think: okay, this is just who I am now. Album’s going in the cart tonight. Already decided.