Music

The delivery here is all hook, as you might expect from the musical brood of Simple Minds and Tears For Fears.

Part waking dream and part emotional directive to put more soul into everything you do.

A meditative and gentle minute with yourself, bathing in the warm sounds of downtempo.

Deftly weaving the deep swing beat from the jazz feel into a straighter and more literal interpretative 8-count yields an interference pattern that is pure gold.

When we just put ourselves first, we are not fulfilled.

There can be so much excitement in those early moments, and so much beautiful blindness.

Fades easily into the current context of fist-pumping festival rock, adding a few tricks from the dubstep playbook in the process.

The trap here is the stringent and puritanical hand of social construct, the hidden directives that collectively equate to a lack of choice.