It's incalculably rare to find a song that packs in as much satisfaction as the instructions contained within its title, and that rages as much against the machine as Morello or de la Rocha while using an "inside voice".

Tune. Banger. (Inter)National anthem.

Nate’s unique ability? To elucidate the existence of and then compel reflection upon nostalgia for times you would never voluntarily revisit.

Each project he touches uncovers a new fracture, a new crack in the mirror his music weaves around you. There’s no resolution, no neat arc - just a hauntingly piercing excavation of that which is within. You must fix it yourself.

It's going to take me days, weeks, months and years to process the impact Nathan - the musician and album - has had on me.

Dear god what's this? First, Thunder strikes with the eponymous album that made a fool of me...having uttered the words "my generation doesn't have a Freddie Mercury". And now what does Jackson go and do, but splash in a few drops of Lucy and now my sky is filled with diamonds?!

Kyle, you simply cannot dump all of this on a person in 24 hours an NOT expect them to have to reevaluate the trajectory of their entire musical consumption journey.

Hello stranger, goodbye world.