It emerges from the inky midnight-blue darkness, coming at you dreamily, silently stalking and cautiously preying in bold, smooth moves: the memorable riffs that quickly become one with your mind; the cryptic words that you soon wish that you have designed; the churning emotions that stir within that, strangely, you will eventually find fine.
But more importantly, it has got its inexplicably distinctive trademark proudly stamped all over it, making it instantly recognisable. And that oh-so-familiar baritone so warm and charming, making it all sound even more bitingly honest and earnestly yearning.
The fourth track plays, and I am left in awe. The atmosphere turns electric, pulsing incessantly with a certain magic that only few can replicate.
So welcome back, Mr Berninger. I have missed you so much, but I doubt I’ll have to explain everything to the geeks.