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 glint they create but creating all of it the identical. It is mist and sweet-scented whispers, proper up till the tune’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 a bit of smoke seeps into their vowels. It is nonetheless mushy and nonetheless floats, but it surely feels as if the singers lean in proper as much as your ear to just remember to hear this half particularly.
Beneath all that ethereal brilliance, nylon-strung guitars, and plucky harp notes thread by synth waves that fan out huge. All the things’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 gradual, and all of it melts collectively fantastically.
All the things 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 understand it’s a pure feeling a part of your environment.
