Hey NowLondon Grammar · 2013

pitchfork

“This time two years ago, I had just moved into the top room of a freezing, dilapidated four-storey house on a grim main road through south-east London. Every morning, I'd either be woken up by my alarm-- the stirring one-two chord opening of James Blake's "Limit to Your Love"-- or the icy breeze sneaking through my enormous, rotten single-glazed window, through which the view wasn't dissimilar to ”