At first a lilting piano-based arrangement, Wolf Colony's "Beauty" finally turns over at the midpoint. Snapping snare and a muted tribal, "hey" vocals connect to craft the backbone of a meditation on ineffable beauty. The final word, "Aphrodite" offers more than a hint of the band's designs, an urgent and looping whisper about the symmetry and complexity of the beautiful, the desire and impossibilities of possessing it.
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