We hear some James Arthur with a hint more Folk. Something about the heavy brushes on the snare and toms and that simple kick drum, along with the drone of the fingerpicking seems to kick up leaves in the wind just like the title would suggest. The violins are suitably weeping, yet still in motion, always prodding the air around with tiny wooden hands.
It's an elaborate dream-out-loud ode to the mystery and magic of wilting, falling, and flying into another season, over and over again.
Byren is a promising new songwriter and band from Newcastle, Australia.