So, you’ve got four minutes and seventeen seconds to spare, a track named “Dream Weaver” at your disposal, and the sumptuous songwriting skills of Talon Majors, crooner extraordinaire, riding out the entire affair.

What could go wrong?

A better question is what could go right. And the answer, as it turns out, is plenty. “Dream Weaver” is far from your typical track. Sure, it’s dripping with those delightful acoustic guitars that can do so much in so little time. There’s at least two tracks of them, one flowing carelessly over the other in a tight two-bar dance that goes from a higher to a lower pitch.

Moreover, the arrangement reminds one of Sixpence None The Richer’s “Kiss Me”, as the tune starts with the guitars humming and whirring before touching down with the bass and likely some synthed-out strings.

Plus, there’s the sort of drumming that could easily be found in programmed offerings, yet almost assuredly is being played live. The majority of the tune reverberates with the “we will, we will, rock you” drum pattern—albeit spiced up between bars with several breakdowns. And, for good measure, the drumming transitions to another time-honored rap music pattern (this one laden with snares) for about the last minute of the number.

But the real story here is Majors herself. It’s not just that she’s got a super feathery soprano with a propensity for sounding good. In fact, the higher the notes she hits, the more this quality seems to display itself. However, her vocal chops have nothing on her lyrical ones. It seems the singer is more than a little bit of a raconteur, as she runs through a torrid love affair, most likely one that’s behind her (or that of the subject of the song), with the type of verbal imagery that’s downright cinematic.

She runs through only being 17 to being “so fucking dumb”, to recounting her beau’s hand in her mouth (though it could’ve been the other way around), to it was only a dream. The word theatrical is an understatement. It’s a cathartic experience just listening to such pent-up, expressive emotion—and very well may have been even more so for the songwriter, who ploughs through no fewer than three verses while letting it all out.