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So much for starting with the obvious. Cavernous drums, booming bass and an eerie, squiggly guitar line are quickly overtaken by a dramatic, Telstar 2010 synth (to be repeated throughout). Creepy, jarring, and yet we’re drawn in like moths to a flame.
The verse is built around a sparse bass and drum pattern with Caleb singing like he‘s God‘s lonely man, forgotten but not gone. While he still sounds like Tom Petty with a mouthful of Big League Chew, he’s a captivating, multi-dimensional vocalist whose emotions leap from his throat as if he’s been electrically prodded.
The chorus is a barrage, with watery guitars dropping from the sky and serving as a call-and-response to the surging Eno-esque flourishes that ultimately envelope the song. “I ain’t got a home,” Caleb cries again and again, with such penetrating force that you actually believe him.