Alone On a Thursday

This review says it all: "Okay, so I love furtive, plaintive, pleading, emotionally wrought love songs. I love tortured orchestras of emotion: violins climbing a twisted vine, reaching for the high, daunting piano notes flaking off just above them. Instruments struggling to burst through the thicket, hoping to be the first to reach the sunlight..." - Cerulean's Love of Music