A glorious return by Zachary Condon and his clattering ensemble, ahead of their forthcoming album, The Rip Tide. Crooning a low lament over dreamy horns and the ticking gypsy strings of his orchestra, Condon sings about a wilting rose left behind in East Harlem and the sound of her breath in the cold, which will carry him home. Sweet, soft-focus music with an optimistic bent.
Beirut : East Harlem – Single Of The Week
