
Aural pleasure is sensing your emotions ignore restraint and melt into a chord. It’s hearing an Einstein sixteen and feeling your brow wrinkle like a three-hour soak. It’s a verse that tempts your tears or woos your hips. The rhythms we want when tonguing a crush, pulling a friend’s palm to the dance floor, warming a heartache, trashing a sour love, throwing a middle finger to the world … embracing the world. It’s good fucking music, literally and sentimentally.
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