Anders Belling og North Fall – omtalt her første gang – er tilbage med en lille sang “Aegir”. Om sangen fortæller Anders,at den er skrevet efter en bytur i københavnske Ægirsgade, hvor unge mennesker fordriver weekenden på lokale barer og bodegaer. Det er en mekankolsk lille lo-fi-sang, der passer godt til det indtryk, jeg har af North Fall – og til den stemning, der let følger af en opløftet tur i byen en weekend i storbyen…

Hear a sound of sirens
Toward a highway
Howlin’ upward
From this hole in the ground

White concrete catcalls
And a flashlight
Across the street it
Flickers like fireflies

You’ll always find a place
But no seat
Nights out there are all faded
And watered with luck

Did I take to smoking
To find a seat
As these three coloured ashtrays
Fill with licquor

And i long for for the daylight
Envy endings
To pull and push her home
Copenhagen

Luck takes time to unwind
As i borrrow mine
Too far from water to drown
I’ll take you with me

And true youll never notice
When I run away
Just like you cant be bothered
To make me stay