LACES

Never heard LACES before, but c'mon, I'm big on names that are single words in the plural form, and I super appreciate anything that references what I normally wear under these jeans.  (HEY BACK OFF, I AM ALLOWED TO FEEL PRETTY.)

This jammer, titled "moved", is exactly what you want your first foot forward to sound like.

This woman doesn't just sound like she has her (musical) shit together, basically it's just her, a piana (YEA, PIANA), and a tasteful amount of reverb (and that womwomwomwom I love so much). No fluff, no muss, no fluss, no muff. This track is fucking gorg.

It's like a much more mature Billie Eilish without spiders in mouths, or heck, a calmer Tori Amos without all the uncomfortable bench humping and those vocal riffs I can't duplicate so I find them offensive, but at the same time, it's patient and easy to throat-sing along with while we hit the back button to start the track over and over until we know every word. 

Dear LACES, I don't know who you are. But if this is you, and you drop shit like this all the time, we're going to have a long and loving and reciprocal relationship where you put out music, and then I high five it with words, and then when I see you on the big ass stages and people are offering you free limited edition gummy bears and shit, you save me a gummy bear because them shits is delicious.

That run on sentence should portray how much I loves me some "moved" after 17 straight listens.