DHANYA leans into subtlety on "Shooting Star," cooking up a beat that eases into focus softly like the glow of street lights through fogged up windows. The whole thing kicks off with a vintage Saturday morning cartoon swirl, dropping you into a world where you feel as if you're floating sideways and every sound feels a little unanchored. Guitar washes slip in quiet, then slide to the back when theMIND’s voice ghosts in with those "Are we even..." adlibs at the start. Just a hint of presence, half in the room, half gone. The rhythm section doesn't really announce itself, it just lands: chunky, wood-tinted snares, hi-hats ticking in the corner, and a bass that rumbles low, keeping its distance but never lost. Even the handclaps and glassy little touches here and there feel like they’re drifting as they add texture to the swirl.
theMIND rides this haze with a voice that’s all soft focus and late-night reflection, stretching lines into smoke trails—sometimes singing, sometimes slipping into a double-timed rhyme, but always keeping the energy close and confessional. His tone stays edged with something distant, holding onto pain and hope at the same time. The lyrics push at pressure and holding up honesty like armor: "Tell the truth shame the devil / If we crash we burn." Cosmic metaphors and sharp details hit side by side, and the performance never reaches for drama. It just glides, letting the weight sit where it wants.
As the track winds down, the beat drops out, letting guitars and bass float until everything fades—no sharp exit, just a gentle dissolve. "Shooting Star" rides for the long run, slipping through the blur and holding its place—slow and deliberate.
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