David English's "The Secret" emerges as a quietly radical proposition where songcraft prioritizes contemplative depth over immediate gratification. This is a song that refused to be rushed into existence, gestating over what English describes as "two short periods of time with a long gap in between" – a creative gestation that has yielded something genuinely rewarding.

There's something rather affecting about an album that begins with its own definition. Anemoia—from the ancient Greek for "wind" and "mind"—describes nostalgia for a time one has never lived. It's a concept that might sound pretentious in lesser hands, but Italian guitarist Andrea Zacchia wields it with the kind of understated authority that marks the difference between genuine artistic vision and coffee-table philosophy.