knoxville’s teams have been on their grind, popping up on our radar with constant blips of ecstasy. walidating the song title completely, I do become a comfort slave.
the synth stabs that begin to echo into the endless abyss evoke a really special euphoria within me. Like a kid at the rollerdisco when he hears the first notes of his jam come on. Only, “comfort slave” tears the roof off the roller rink and the sounds are no longer trapped inside any arena, they’re left to bounce off the stars.