Exceptionally lyrical, subjective, personal. Tracks of love, ecstasy, longing, sex, obsession, desire. Tracks seeking out language to describe the indescribable; also, the madness that accompanies each acceptance or denial of longing, obsession, desire; for each who wins, another must lose; the agony of grief, loss beyond consoling, but not beyond words. Good words. Bad words. Mean words. Transgressive words. Most of all — lyrical words. Passionate, rapturous, ecstatic, euphoric. Yes, love hurts. It’s the only fire we again and again allow ourselves to be burned by.