With a menacing growl, the storm-grey curtain begins its slow descent. A once flourishing dream, draped over our sun’s bright and mighty entrance allows a mere smattering of rays to embrace glass. Glimmers of hope illuminate the shattered remains of a now haunted, once-spirited war zone. “Why does this feel? Like a dream. A third, second chance. Just doesn’t seem real” This is bdrmm (stylistically), four Hull English lads and … Continue reading bdrmm – Pulling Stitches [2⊘23]