A single acoustic guitar, dry and close, turning one tight strummed figure over and over.

A second guitar slides in above it, adding a picked line over the strum.

A bass enters underneath, a low, steady pulse beneath the strum.

Light percussion joins, marking the pulse.

A soft electric line floats in over the top, and everything locks into a steady drive.

A rough, rasping voice enters, right up front, pressed hard against the beat.

The vocal opens wide and doubles over itself, the band leaning in harder underneath.

The wide stacked voices come back, the band still driving underneath.

The voice gives way to an electric guitar, a held, singing line over the same drive.

The rasping voice returns, back up front over the steady push.

Everything pulls back at once, the wall thinning to a hollow.

A new voice steps into the space, higher, clearer, alone.

Her voice pushes higher as the drums build back beneath her.

The groove just holds, the same driving pulse underneath, never easing.

Weight gathers again, the low end deeper, the push heavier, the band at full lean.

The pressure finally lets go, and the band begins to wind down.

The band falls away, and echoing acoustic guitars close it out.