Its a very powerful and opaque track that stands on its own: on the surface as a testament to weird, and deeper in as an unfettered brain manifesto that was polished to a bright shine.

Americana at its best: Its got all the elements - the tasty B3 nuggets, the heavy quarter notes on the bass, the lap steel, and the acoustic guitar.

The production flourishes only add to the stop-and-go mystery, and the Hozier-like soul voice is entrancing.

Its a slow swing, a toe-tapper, and a bit of nostalgia. I love the arrangement, the use of banjo, and the very effective use of space.

I found this poem from last summer, I was in LA and I decided to walk from Downtown all the way to our hotel in Studio City, just like how I used to walk to Montmartre from the Champs-Élyseés at night when I was a kid. I wrote this along the way by talking to my phone.

Inara George has a voice that truly captivates. It feels sultry, personal, and alive.

This is emotional discovery via the blueprint of risk-takers like PJ Harvey and Eryka Badu; life is the mystery and these lyrics are an explanation of the process.

This is a riveting commentary on co-dependency wrapped in a slick bubble of digital effects.