Amber Run and The Start hit like a fresh bruise with a clean edge. The track feels like the song everyone should already know, and now is the moment it finally catches up.
Shimmering guitars sit under a taut pulse, while the vocal stays close and cracked at the corners. Everything swells with restraint, so the chorus lands hard without ever sounding inflated.
On a gray commute, after midnight, or while the kettle clicks on, the song fits the second when nerves turn into momentum. Few tracks make starting over sound this alive.
