Organ-o-rounge songs, on record, sometimes seem so fragile and private that listening to them can feel almost inappropriate. It's as though you're overhearing someone quietly chanting a little mantra to themselves or something. There's not even any indication that they will go any further. But then at some point they pick up, and go BOOM and take flight and sweep you away. From the second time you hear them, of course, you realize that the fragile and private place was indeed meant to include you.
