A reclaimed memory of a country song.
With ghostly vocals that nevertheless maintain firmness and presence, the song feels like a relic obtained from the recesses of someone’s mind and polished into something beautiful. Ethereal slide guitar slinks upwards, dancing in harmony with several other guitar parts that have varying but complementary textures. It is a moving painting, longing but not defeated, steady but adrift in the ether. It evokes the comfort of a living room filled with warmth emanating from the fireplace, but viewed through a telescope.
Bravo Baby Chemist!