Enjoyable and epic. These are the words I would use to describe this album. But not by saying EPIC, BRO. Just, like, "epic." That word has been taken over by bad actors. Speaking of, I picture intense looks at the camera by actors in a film. Why is it that I can't listen to this without imagining its entirety as a soundtrack?
The music is always rising, here. Going upward. Moving towards something higher. Is there a limit to the height of something? Lately I've gotten into airplanes, tracking where they're going. I could care less about the models, whether it's an Airbus or a Boeing. But where it's going? That's the good stuff.
Airplanes only go 37,000 feet high, though. This music goes higher.
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