A perfect loop matched in perfect harmonic overlay. The Lonely Hearts Club track on my copy of Dreamcast’s 2017 “The Lost Tape” LP has started crackling this past week. I’ve played it tirelessly, wearing down the vinyl grooves more than any other track from the record but I’ve never gotten enough of it. It’s supremely seductive; it’s immersive in its raw passion; it’s the quintessential portrayal of love for your partner, surrendering to the way they move. A truncated sensual poem of desire, this track is punctuated by it’s brief run time yet will remain timeless for me, each new listen still sounding as fresh and emotionally open as the previous. Dreamcast, the DC G.O.A.T.
Jackson Ryland 