Nothing Compares 2 U – Sinéad O’Connor
A drum machine keeps a slow, almost funereal pulse, strings enter like a room going cold, and Sinéad O'Connor's voice arrives bare, counting the hours since love left as if the arithmetic could bring it back.
A drum machine keeps a slow, almost funereal pulse, strings enter like a room going cold, and Sinéad O'Connor's voice arrives bare, counting the hours since love left as if the arithmetic could bring it back.