Arlo Parks puzzles me. She seems unwilling to nail her colours to the mast three albums in. Ambiguous Desire is neither here nor there. 'I kind of wish I wasn't me' she wonders at a certain point/ ' Whyever would you feel like that Arlo? Life is good and you have a record deal. She seems caught between the heaven and the deep blue sea.. Alright, but surely there's more to life than embracing the bland. This is a hymn to the colour beige
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