The track rolls slowly as if weighed down by something. Staunch hard rock bass lines plug into the soundscape, drowning it in distortions. Loss. Pounded with steady beat lines, the riffs rise and fall around it like hypnotic waves. And Jason’s expressive baritones, grind them all, verse by verse, word by word. Grief. In the bridge, the track swells with thick and layered instrumentation, bursting at the seams before delivering us into a lilting neo-classical climax.
The light textures of the violin and guitar acoustics at the end are sharp contrasts to the track’s riff-laden beginnings. With this soft, elegant touch, the artist lifts the pressure on the listener. The weight suddenly vanishes and there’s an open-ended levity. Acceptance.