Luna Li pulls in Raveena for “Fantasy,” and the entire thing stays suspended within the air. They sing up top–clean, managed, not forcing the glint they create but creating all of it the identical. It is mist and sweet-scented whispers, proper up till the track’s center part dives right into a breathy near-whisper.
That’s when the women sing from their chests a bit extra. Their sunlit cooing dips behind some passing clouds and slightly smoke seeps into their vowels. It is nonetheless gentle and nonetheless floats, but it surely feels as if the singers lean in proper as much as your ear to just remember to hear this half particularly.
Beneath all that ethereal brilliance, nylon-strung guitars, and plucky harp notes thread by means of synth waves that fan out large. The whole lot’s unfold out within the combine, to the purpose that even the drums knew to tone it down a bit. So, the rimshots click on low, the flutes ease in sluggish, and all of it melts collectively superbly.
The whole lot about “Fantasy” is weightless till it’s not–nothing about it slips away unnoticed. It’s a lightweight contact with a sugar center–just sufficient glide, simply sufficient grip. You play it as soon as, then once more, then once more, and earlier than you understand it’s a pure feeling a part of your environment.
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