One of the closing tracks from the forthcoming concept album Promiseland, Crash Sunday's "Best" is a bittersweet recollection of things gone & past, places that no longer exist except in the hypersaturated (inaccurate) memoryspaces where nostalgia & major traumas parallel one another before intersecting in a roundabout that becomes a cul-de-sac & refuses to let you out. The track itself is nowhere near as intense, tone-wise its more like sitting in a sunny window & watching dust motes reenact the intensity in a slow motion small-scale ballet of chaos. The small scale & the distance making the insanity seem cute & even missed.
Coloreater's remix then pulls us INTO the moment, into the disorienting vividness of those peak experiences without the benefit of the relative safety of memory or the distance of lapsed time. It's a journey of beautifully excruciating anticipation, of walking with covered eyes, not knowing where each successive step will place you, but knowing by the sound that you're getting closer & closer to impending danger of speeding traffic. Chills all the way through the remix, fucking love it.
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