When words finally do appear they are worth every syllable. I miss the art of song writing just like singing. You can almost hear an echo of Kate Bush but none the less ASYN’s delivery sparks emotions like embers of the soul, recounting loss, yearning for hope. Gai Barone’s remix is likewise superlative. Cascading with creative impulses it’s deceptively uncomplicated and yet rushes with a feverish contemplation over its nine minutes of shining existence, repeating signatures while exploring climaxes. Music has always been, never better than now.