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3 days agoHatchie: Liquorice review dizzying dream pop with welcome flashes of depravity
Almost all of Hatchie's music could slot frictionlessly into a coming-of-age film. Her songs, mostly, are misty-eyed ruminations on puppy love and its ensuing devastation; they yearn for a redamancy that feels both fated and vexingly out of reach. You can imagine Harriette Pilbeam's millefeuille harmonies soundtracking a high school prom dappled with a disco ball's refractive glimmer, or picture her fleecy guitars over a montage of light teenage debauchery.
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