The gateway drug to Wren is definitely the gentle afrobeat sensuousness of "Call Me", but the entire album is actually quite lovely. A dash of this and that, from flamenco to a touch of electro/fonk, trap skitters over citypop adjacent retro, are all produced with a very light touch. Fuzzy metallic sub bass weaves through warm classical guitar, synths blossom into petite glitches or chiptune style adlibs, and everything is delicately arranged over a skeleton of sweet balladry with Wren's agile, buoyant vocals threading the fabric together. The album is a delight to steep in. 

I just miss him.

The rap version of "Eve" with Jurin of XG completes a whole you didn't know you were missing. Bibi is totally unnecessary. On the total opposite spectrum to getting it like boom swings the bubbly and  sweet, "Perfect Night" energy of Le Sserafim's brand marketing release with Overwatch. Both inexorably earwormy.

"I'm a mess mess mess mess mess mess mess" 

An elegantly constructed, dexterously composed jam that luxuriates in the hand-over-heart pop-lock stutter of Omarion's "Touch". I really cannot express how much I love this song. 

Another sophisticated bit of b-side magic that manages to wield delicate uncertainty and persuasive mettle at the same time. 

Simple, classic, effective. When the verse takes the pulse quickening leap... "Don't you go falling in love"...  Much prefered to the campy, kitschy rock-teen bluntness of their other releases. 

Lush and swoony.

Good God. "Bouncy" is the kind of ridiculous tomfoolery that sparks my joy with bullet time drops, bombast and flappy flappy choreo. However, top position on the testosterone ranking this year went to the more serious and controlled "Crazy Form", which inspired a surprising (to myself) passion for the songwriting of all things. Throughout, the phonetic pleasure and lyrical quirks of Kor-english delivers the most satisfying chewy sonic goodness. The bassline of "Crazy Form" is a restless and sinuous thing, and as soon as the snake-charming mesmer begins, there's only a moment of breath before San declares with the slow certainty of a book boyfriend drawing a sword, "Ninety-two-four, kick that drum: MY EGO in this SHOW."  That chorus swaggers into rap with simmering intensity, a hype storm which revs the prechorus into a literal shriek, "You KNOW I'm FIRE!" This is the Ateez state of battle readiness.

Tomorrow X Together - "Do it Like That" (Jersey Club Remix)

Below are some songs that I grew to love more because of her choreo.