Music

If you like Amy Winehouse as much as you like KT Tunstall, this one is for you.

The beat is so straight it feels like the edge of a knife.

It’s an important coming-of-age moment, giving yourself permission to be free to choose; and this is a fitting ode to that sense of both commitment and looming hardship.

It’s a sense of floating through space and time, somewhere at the intersection of magic and science and biology.

It feels like a modern take on the eternal missive: why do I love what’s bad for me?

The piano is left to speak through the muted overtones of a few simple chords, and cascades of arpeggio.

The images are lush and the voice is dusty, the guitar crackles like a campfire and the song builds from just an acoustic guitar into the layered swell of a full band.

With a syncopated intro on the muted electric guitar, we quickly get that deep kick drum to drop a la Imagine Dragons.