The softness of a Sunday morning, a body aware of each movement it’s made the week prior, a mind so clear there exists no cloud in any sky. A warmth in the day that suggests a blessing or a forgiveness somewhere in the world. No Magic has the magic to summon these feelings, these curious little pinches at the skin of reality. The music lives in a space similar to those moments when one can step back from the mundanity of washing an apple in the sink and feel the weight of the entire spread of time before them. It is purification through simplicity and the calm blues of quiet reflection. The self-titled release is short, as these moments often are, but carries the same quiet power they have in the smallest of ways.