The Search For God is best served on close listen, not succumbing to its musical simplicity and charm, but sitting with the simpler and harder-to-tackle questions it poses. Whispers doesn’t bathe much in metaphor, doesn’t water it down with lo-fi glam or frills. Instead, by trimming some excess and focusing on the song craft, Whispers takes a massive step forward. Like those who are subject to his words, we are left wanting more . . .
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