Ghostly released this track by Brooklyn pair Beacon a bit early, and I don't think I initially appreciated it for what it is: elegantly restrained. "Drive" radiates delicacy; it demands a more focused listening at a higher volume -- otherwise some elements get a little lost. This doesn't have to be a bad thing, and it's a nice teaser for the rest of the album, The Ways We Separate.
It is, though, quintessential indietronica in the male vocals, with a somewhat twee (read: Postal Service) sound. But "Drive" is much more meditative than that, and I already feel guilty making such an association. That lingering last note is perhaps the most representative of the song's whole impact. It serves almost as a confirmation of the artists' intentional withholding which, of course, makes me crave the whole narrative.
I promise, this track will evolve with you as you listen, so don't let it slip away!