Private

There's something about that sound that's like a "whisper on the verge of an electric current" - it doesn't seem to be saying anything, but goosebumps are already marching in formation down your spine. It's as if everything is happening behind a closed door, where the light is off, but your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and you see more than you'd like. Shadows flicker, laughter, breathing in time with the bass – and between the lines, you can feel that very "keep it private," when a secret is tastier than the truth. Every bit feels like it's being eavesdropped on, but not fully understood - the intrigue is maintained until the very last second. And that makes me want not to reveal the secret, but to hide it deeper, under my skin. Because some things really do sound better when left unsaid.