Have you ever had those moments right before you wake up when the mind is still jogging to keep up with the rest of the body? That detached moment in time before waking that suspends your reality and keeps your senses hyperaware, poised for any sort of stimulation? That’s exactly the physical and mental reverie that Van Hunt’s music throws me in.
Though I hate admitting when I come late to something, it wasn’t until four years ago that I discovered the sensual ease of Van Hunt, a musician that is so in tune with his intimate self that it’s almost astonishing. He’s managed to create music that’s both enigmatic yet so full of the same material that builds the sexual innateness in each and every one of us. He’s more than just an artist; he’s a remedy for the emotional apathy that wraps humanity in a gauzy and tenuous barrier from what’s so incredibly stitched in each and every one of us.