Porcelain drifts in like a half-remembered nightmare, suspended between stillness and dread. The First Eloi channel the disorientation of sleep paralysis into washed-out guitars, heavy atmosphere, and vocals that feel trapped just beneath the surface. Nothing rushes here—the tension comes from restraint, from the sense of being awake but unable to move. The song leans into shoegaze haze and post-punk weight, letting texture do the talking.
Porcelain feels fragile and unsettling at once, capturing that liminal space where fear, exhaustion, and consciousness blur into something quietly overwhelming.
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