There is a mechanism inside Quarentemo that allows them to gaze unflinchingly into the pitch black of their psyche and emerge with a beautiful, bittersweet song every time. The frenzied shifts between chaotic rhythm and acoustic reverie mirror their longing for a point in the past when things were more clear. “Maybe next year we'll be better,” they sing. This atmosphere, with its patience and light, adds a sense of freedom to their delivery and allows them to find new wisdom in old worries.
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