I am drawn like a hummingbird to the Ohma's "Worlds Within Worlds." It's the second song off their 2022 debut Between All Things, and it presents itself as an entry point into a world meaning that I had not previously known. Liquid in its structure, but stable in its contents, the song is like a crystalline fountain formed by a jet of clean spring water forced through a natural vent in a rock face whose gushing expression inexplicably takes the shape of a rose in a flickering spout of briefly eternal beauty. It is not merely the ephemeral resplendence of the interplay of Mia Garcia's woodwind whisper or Hailey Naiswanger's patient, rippling guitar playing that gifts the track its gravity and magnetism, as solely an adroit blending of aesthetic harmonies, but moreover, the purposeful essence and carnality with which their performances obtains. It's like an alchemical reaction, the product of a conditioned hermeneutic which manifests through its practice a wider gage of perception and a revitalized spectrum of sense and sense objects. This grounded sort of metaphysical connectedness ripens, unwinds, desaturates, and reabsorbs differing variations of its own amplified sense of communion in alternating patterns throughout Between All Things; like with "In Essence," where wind-chime carved percussive-flows and subtonal hip-hop inspired reverberations overlap to forge a gradually advancing and upward swinging carousel of enlightenment and composure, or later, where the sincerely palliative stride of "Everything & Nothing," fosters a comradery of sturdy, binding bass elements and stark vibrations which elevate each other as if pulling one and other up the branches of a tree so tall that the sun appears to rise out of its canopy rather than the horizon, until eventually splitting this endeavor in twine to fashion elegant bits of flotsam on which to embark on blissful excursions in kosmische folk and busking crystallomancy. All things are connected. All things are distinct. The path you weave between them perpetuates an inescapable oneness and the absorbing adhesion between our separate orbits is that thing which fills the universe with warmth.
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