Some sounds or music moments force one into a type of submission on the heart and the consciousness understands.
The moment you are sent a song or an album to review, you sort of want to listen to it on your feet, standing, waiting for it to literally rock your world, even when they promise that it will slow it down. It is rare.
We live in a time of immediacy, of music engineered for virality and volume, for the quick hit rather than the long exhale. So when something arrives quietly, almost apologetically, asking not for your attention but for your surrender, you have to stop and listen differently.
