Wintur Whispers His Ruins with "Burnt"

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There are pieces that don't hit. They caress. They don't explode. They burn slowly, like a forgotten cigarette at the edge of the lips. burnt, Wintur's new title, is this: a sweetness that stings a bit, a melody that cries noiselessly. Wintur reveals burnt, an indie-pop ballad that does good where it hurts. Author-songwriter, producer, pianist, short, craftsman of an elegant spleen, Wintur unfolds here an indie-pop with skin, suspended between t…