Imperceptive at first, tension gradually builds. The switchback beats skitter, the horns surface like lazily breeching dolphins and Amurrio’s soothing croon soon merges with the midrange.
Hypnotic choral vocals are hushed and slightly slurred, a chillwave incantation devoted almost entirely to the two words that comprise the song’s title.
Over coils of spiny guitar and treated, vaguely taunting, vocal samples, Byrdsong’s liquid fine-grained flow is as much a croon as a recitative, spinning a tale of conscious momentum that fully acknowledges the hurdles placed in all of our paths.