Joshua Golden Reflects on Self-Worth and Vulnerability in the Soulful 'Price Of Love'
Joshua Golden's "Price Of Love" sounds like taking a dip on a lukewarm bath after long day—a calming elixir to the tired soul. An acoustic tapestry of introspection and raw vulnerability, this indie folk gem is virtually undeniable. His voice is carried out with a controlled sense of subtlety and emotion, invoking all the unanswered questions waiting to be explored in those hazy corners of consciousness. It all paints a melodic canvas where she has taken her pop sensibilities and added in a blue streak of folk, building each note as steps toward enlightenment. The guitar strings hum as the tune reveals with a look into the cost of existentialism one endures under perpetually searching for approval, demanding us to meet our own self-worth in its mirror. A soft call to arms pulling back the covers gently, asking ' Is it worth it all?' without ever preaching. The words have mapped a destination: Examination for whoever listens, of wayward wanderings out and in, to the center that we still remain whole; we are enough. A track like Price of Love is more than music; it's a heart-to-heart wrapped in song — an atmospheric hymn for those wishing to reclaim themselves amidst the noise of external acceptance.
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