{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Audius","provider_url":"https://audius.co","title":"Tidy Town by FonnLogic • Audius","description":"There's a particular Irish silence that comes dressed up as civic pride: hanging baskets, a fresh coat of paint, a plaque for the neatest estate. \n\nTidy Town sits inside that silence: a shrine kept spotless, a name signed away in a parlour, a woman that quietly isn't there anymore. Nobody says much. The milk still gets delivered. The judges still come round every summer to mark the flowerbeds.\n\nIreland had one of the highest rates of institutionalisation in the world during the 20th century, at its peak, higher than the Soviet Union. This song lives in that gap between what the street looked like and what it hid.\n\nJon Lynch's guitar work runs through the track like the quiet underneath the tidy surface, restrained where it needs to be, cutting through when it doesn't.\n\nDedicated to the victims of a system. that didn't listen.","html":"","width":500,"height":480,"thumbnail_url":"https://v.monophonic.digital/content/baeaaaiqsedoekmqvn7beniz24zbyp6evubyk4a5rxkab26jbopb3vc67qykxk/480x480.jpg","thumbnail_width":480,"thumbnail_height":480,"author_name":"FonnLogic","author_url":"https://audius.co/FonnLogic","cache_age":3600}