Tune In And Feel The Magic In Estella Dawn’s Haunting Single “If You Were in Love”

Somber and reflective, the bittersweet tug of unexpressed feelings buzzes quietly beneath Estella Dawn's single “If You Were in Love'“. Her smooth and rich vocals are breathtaking, embodying the agony of unrequited love with an ease that renders it so hard to resist replaying this song. Reduced to it's purest form, the piano-led arrangement does not allow for any veiling, every sound bite of vulnerability nestled in the rawness of her lyricism. Dawn's vocals rise and fall with fucking ease, injecting a fleeting fragility into each note while ensconcing her impassioned plea in a queasy lover's trail.
The gentle crescendo builds along with the song's lyrical descent into darkness and raises you up just in time to be swept away by the chorus's full weight. Of Estella's latest EP release, she says it's her biggest musical risk and power move to date, laying bare their rich vocals with a genuine vulnerability that opens up the beauty of human connection like nothing else. And “If You Were in Love” goes deeper — it feels more than the sum of its part, a ballad being a cathartic exercise in letting new heart-out after too long with something left to do. The end result is a hauntingly captivating experience that lingers far beyond the last chord disappearing from hearing, and serves as a sobering reminder of the silent wars fought in love's name.
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