I don’t feel very qualified to describe John Glacier‘s music, but let’s call it a dreamy version of grime. She — look at you assuming her pronouns given her name — lives in London and this song in particular feels very London to me: that feeling of sitting on a mostly empty bus on a rainy evening as it takes you to your destination somewhere in zone 3 or 4 of the Big Smoke. “If you’re looking for respect I’ll drop respect too / We can build a bed of roses on the lawn.”