This song is overflowing with layers that can’t seem to contain themselves, swirling together to create a wonderful whirlwind of a song.  Between Arthur Ashin’s breathy falsetto, discordant saxophones, the odd rumbling groans, and trap-like high-hats, “Counting” is a song unlike any I’ve ever heard. To top it all off, it was written about Ashin’s grandmother and his fear of calling her in case that would be the last time he spoke to her. All I can say is that he must have one hip granny. If I wrote something like this for mine she would have no idea that this is what we consider to be music. That being said, this is one fine piece.  Enjoy, kids!


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