His songs bob along on a stream of abstract thought, untethered by clear verse-chorus structures, and he chews over his words like an Irish Alex Turner – another young writer made older somehow by the power of wit.
Martin's signature is clear in the chorus, which unravels at an easy, conversational pace, and then makes a goosebumpy, disjunct leap from E to B on the words "that" and "I" in the phrase "you're the one that I ever needed".
You could compare performing styles on YouTube matching, say, Karl Richter's version of the Bach Mass in B-Minor, from 1961, with the Munich Bach Orchestra and Choir (grave, eloquent, moderately paced) and John Eliot Gardiner's period-instrument performance, which employs a smaller orchestra and drilled chorus (clear textures, dance-like rhythms, gleaming bright sound), from 2015.
Then John Cena, sporting Boston Celtic colors, arrives to a clear and resounding chorus of "boos".
Jon Pareles from The New York Times, said the song "put an oblique, sometimes apocalyptic spin on pop romance in the verses but kept the choruses clear and catchy, never disguising their pop intentions," adding that the "posing was always a little preposterous, but no less enjoyable for that".
Mr. Botstein went for quick tempos and affirmative closures of phrases, to which Mr. Rosenbaum's chorus added clear, lively counterpoint and, from the sopranos, exciting accuracy in the high lines they have to maintain.
That the Tories had overreached was made clear by the growing chorus of respected Conservative voices that criticised both the tone and substance of the attack: Paul Goodman, the editor of ConservativeHome, described it as "tasteless".
The opening lyrics could be about anybody "upon the beach," gossiping till their "lips are bleeding," though the chorus makes clear who is watching whom: "I'd rather be high, I'd rather be flying, I'd rather be dead or out of my head than training these guns on those men in the sand, I'd rather be high".
After a while it became clear that all these chorus of voices were trying to get my attention, trying to confront me that I was wrong.
