In a climate where "safe" feel-good hooks and club beats dominate the music world, singing along to "On Wings of Angels" is like reaching out amid suffocation, grasping a lungful of thick, heavenly air. That it's not a playlist-worthy song is why it imparts the feeling so much more effectively. It is beautifully haunting, heart-achingly gut-wrenching, and yet so effortlessly authentic, the kind of novel that lingers on long after the sub-industrial rumble of the final note has died out completely.
The composition quality, in general, exhibits a cinematic swing as it delves into intense emotional textures communicated solely through sound. But words aren't needed as Elysia speaks the language of melody & atmosphere. The story is not for everyone, but to those who claim it as their own, it gently lands like wings.
From the silence that overflows "On Wings of Angels," Ethereal but not sprawling, precise but solid. There is a sweet harmony to that equilibrium, and she wields it like an artist who knows the path through an unweeded garden. A silent strike against the jangle, wrap and shush or wind it away in whispers, a covert corner of calm to pause, muse & share notes. Viewers can have the same, if not perhaps greater, experience with "On Wings of Angels" than those who dare leap away from the algorithmic shuffle.
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