warmhotself
I say it every time, but this might be Fief's masterpiece. Longer songs allow for changes of tempo, of time signature, of emotion. Sound beds and an overarching concept make this an evolution. It's a heatwave in my country. I lay in a hazy meadow in the late afternoon, my feet in the waters of a babbling brook, a breeze teasing my hair, headphones on. I was grounded and transported at the same time. Pure illumination.
Favorite track: Maiden in Her Trellised Bower.