Scratching the same itches that Dijon does, that James Blake does, that Ryan Beatty does, it’s a wild little number of indie brilliance.
Thick bass guides the way, synths wavering around the rest of the track. Hamond joining with a voice that feels like it’s both inside the computer and inside my head.
Every time I’m bout to fold / you tell me i could light / fire in a raging storm
At 0:34, his voice breaks through the computer, now more human and pure than ever. Surrounded by bleeps and bloops he settles into this new playful melody. Committing to standing strong and dancing in that confidence as we slide towards the one minute mark. When we get there, the drums roll out heavy. A surprise, and a great one. Contained but punchy as all hell, they’re pretty unbelievable really. So great you might miss the spacey piano, laying down a pretty little number. After the fill, things get digital as all get out, giving the song an impactful stark cut back to Hamond and the bass. It’s a noisy and intentional tune and it’s such a delight.