Its a chamber pop sensibility and the lyrical style of a jazz crooner on his fourth Scotch-with-1-ice-cube.

Its a bouncy synth-soul groove, and razor sharp vocals, with a deep respect for the power of single-note piano lines.

Its a gorgeous harmony that sets up the chorus turn, and the narrative theme seems to continue the process of self-invention, creating new twists as the song progresses.

This sounds to me like a chorus from a Kid Rock song with funk vocals from JJ Grey. Its a party, plain and simple, with lots of beer and octave pedals.

Its a lanky sort of beat, that goes by in a flash; like a little musical candy bar. With a side of glam-fuzz guitar.

Using some mystery, some classic Americana flourishes, and the honest voice of a troubled soul, when the snare shuffle drops in the moment is complete.

Some retrospective lyrics, a little B3 through a Leslie weaving in and out of the mix; the soul of this song lives in the details.

Percy Falls provide a gorgeous melody and a folk-inspired requiem for the lost magic of yesterday, even as they inspire new possibilities for tomorrow.