What exactly does it mean when we say a star is born? Does it just appear- hey presto? Or can this question be seen as a more philosophical one? Does the light of a star need to reach earth before it can be said to truly exist? It’s questions like these which come to mind upon hearing the solemn music of Hope as it comes rushing from the speakers. And that’s what it does, it rushes. It’s as if there was wind in the circuit boards of the instruments, creating a sort of distortion. Amidst the rushing of instruments, a rhythm is very gradually established. Something lurks. The singing begins unpretentiously, its purity becoming lost in endless distortion. It is a sort of epiphany; better than the birth of a star.