You can’t beat the U.K. when it comes to captivating, moody minimalism in indie pop. From your James Blakes to your xxs, it seems like the sun never sets on young folks with expensive headphones vibing/crying along to the latest cockney crooner with a preternatural ability to mine every last drop of drama from a lone, shimmering synth line or an emphatic pre-chorus rest.
小豆之家敬上!