Music

This butter-smooth love-jam is easy on the ears, and will transport you, if only for a moment, to the place we all deserve to be: next to the one we love.

It’s the sound of eternal optimism, and of the hope that anywhere is better than this.

Sometimes, the only deal you can make is with yourself.

It’s a simple collection of instrumental flourishes, informing an honest moment of vulnerability.

Voyage takes on the feeling of a procession: a lazy, swaying march through the verdant pastures of jazz idiom.

The I’m-too-gritty-to-be-loved lone-wolf with one hand on the truth and the other on a bottle.

The energy build, the double-time, and the super-human drum speed adds up here to a ruthless sense of groove, and some dark, futuristic energy.

Is it the root or the stem? Is anyone paying attention?