Born from insomnia and isolation, Night Captivity is In Covert’s most hauntingly melodic offering yet—a post-lockdown reverie wrapped in shoegaze mist and post-punk unease. Warped guitars swirl like fog over broken city streets, while the vocals croon with a strange tenderness, threading cryptic lyrics through distorted textures. “Grace me with a four-letter word,” they plead—somewhere between a prayer and a warning. There’s an apocalyptic intimacy at play here: scorched imagery, seasick longing, and a dreamlike pull that refuses to let go.
A standout moment from a record that promises to linger like smoke in a locked room.
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