Cerulean Impulses from Cerulean Impulses by Mattie Konig

and the world of her not-so wildest dreams is revealed in all its technicolour glory; streets named after trees and flowers and noblefolk; a sky more blue and sunshine more warm than any she’s felt in a decade; logos one major brand identity revision ago; boys and girls with names and faces forgotten, now vying to play and draw and work on history projects with her; tube tracks spiralling into eternity, the district line train to kingdom come via earls court; the shop where the fire happened; the park paths and dense forest clearings that she thought would never end; the conservatories and skylights and belgian comic offices that did; 80s federation-style opulence and the sons of sloane rangers; outdoor lidos bathed in the glorious stink of chips and cornetti; the fuckoff-huge shopping center near the underpass, the abbey mills, the city farm and the tram line; a thousand tiny memories, compressed into two minutes of granular delay and mellotron chords. cerulean impulses, five hours up the m5

• Experimental
• electronica
• neo-psychedelia
• progressive
• psychedelic
• United Kingdom