LA outfit Satchmode takes their listener to a dying lights of downtown on "Best Intentions". The burnt neon of the synths recalls something of a slower drive version of the Killers' "Human", though the hooks prove more muted here. The centerpiece is a crushing chord progression and resolution on the lyric, "Wouldn't trade your love". Beginning at the 1.30 mark, Satchmode explores the upper third of a crystalline falsetto as the synthesizers stab below. Returning to this idea again, the last gasp of the refrain before the arrangement spirals off on its own, the band suggest a pleasing world of absolutes, bits of magical realism where it is still worth telling someone what you would never, ever do.
