It’s tough transitioning from the sunny West to the romantic European autumn to the bleakness of Brooklyn winter but here I am making the most of runny noses and arctic air. Bands like Breakfast in Fur, however, make my recent move to New York all the more exciting. There’s some summer in these songs but there’s also a somnambulistic stare out across the subway tracks. It’s a lazy dance amongst the band-members. It’s a collusion of elements both twee and stone-faced, fun-loving and intellectual. When I listen to these songs I feel both nostalgic and optimistic, but maybe that’s just where I am right now.