Imagine standing in a water park wave pool. You’re waist-deep in the water and the wave is beginning to originate from the back wall. You stand and watch the wave gain in size and momentum, until it’s milliseconds away from hitting you.
But you just. Don’t. Budge.
And like a cement wall hurdling towards you, the wave annihilates every strand of your being. It shreds you apart and pulls you under with a swift and violent throw. You’re drowning beneath the undertow until you find yourself crawling for the light amidst the foggy soaked vision your eyes can barely see through.
Now replace that water with a metaphorical wave of emotion.
That’s every Mandolin Orange song.
No more words are necessary. Just watch and be hit with their wave.