Not In Love We're Just High

The haze is the instrument here. Everything sits in a gauzy mid-distance — vocals doubled and slightly off-phase, guitars furred with gentle distortion, drums that feel like they're being played in another room and leaking through the walls. It's a love song that refuses the sincerity of the genre, or rather reframes it: the chemicals doing the feeling are acknowledged, which somehow makes the feeling more honest rather than less. There's something philosophically interesting buried in that title and explored through the music's own drugged warmth — the song doesn't debunk the emotion, it just gives it an honest address. The arrangement is restrained, which suits it; any more production and you'd lose that delicate atmosphere where you can't tell if what you're hearing is tenderness or just the beautiful side effects of proximity. Best encountered horizontally, late afternoon light going amber, in that particular suspended moment.