Luna Li pulls in Raveena for “Fantasy,” and the entire thing stays suspended within the air. They sing up top–clean, managed, not forcing the flicker they create but creating all of it the identical. It is mist and sweet-scented whispers, proper up till the music’s center part dives right into a breathy near-whisper.
That’s when the women sing from their chests a bit extra. Their sunlit cooing dips behind some passing clouds and slightly smoke seeps into their vowels. It is nonetheless comfortable and nonetheless floats, but it surely feels as if the singers lean in proper as much as your ear to just be sure you hear this half particularly.
Beneath all that ethereal brilliance, nylon-strung guitars, and plucky harp notes thread by synth waves that fan out extensive. Every thing’s unfold out within the combine, to the purpose that even the drums knew to tone it down a bit. So, the rimshots click on low, the flutes ease in sluggish, and all of it melts collectively fantastically.
Every thing about “Fantasy” is weightless till it’s not–nothing about it slips away unnoticed. It’s a lightweight contact with a sugar center–just sufficient glide, simply sufficient grip. You play it as soon as, then once more, then once more, and earlier than you notice it’s a pure feeling a part of your environment.
