I still remember

B. Fleischmann - 24.12

The cold beat here at the start is to let you know that it's a night-time story, full of nocturnal sights and feelings, blurring past like wet snow. There's a familiarity and confidence in the vocals that puts you at ease even though it's a stranger's voice, and the night he is describing is one that lies ahead of you, though it lies behind him. There's some charming non-native English (I went in the shop to buy some ice) that makes you try a little bit harder to understand what's being said to you.*
With all these little coincidences sending you somewhere new and yet familiar, like finding a new way home from the great loud mouth of the city, it's a good thing that the lyrics and the vocals are utterly beautiful when they get to you, a sad little story fully encased in an odd Christmas Eve encounter. This song is like an interesting stranger you're glad you listened to.

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* Though maybe I've just been hearing too much of this kind of English of late.