the ethereal kiosk needs some decent music, so as to not be drawn into the black hole of complete, utter musical awefulness (which is happening, as we speak). I always feel like listening to Nico when it’s cold and it has been snowing. This tune fits splendidly with the melancholy mood, the velvet sofas and the lit wax candles. The windows covered in ice crystals and snow glistening in the garden. Gnomes, in their tiny felt hats, huddling under trees, collecting twigs, making tiny fires. Well, you know what it’s like.