Remember Sean Lennon, Friendly Fire? At first listen, it is difficult to overlook the fact he is his father’s son. It is equally difficult to avoid immediately drawing an intense emotional connection to his music.

The morose, uncomplicated lyrics fed with inspiration from his self-said greatest influences (mom and dad), give this musical savant a razor sharp edge to do some surgery on your foolish and broken heart. He can burn a hole into the center of your deepest memory, ball it up in titanium twine, and pull it out of your core to see the fresh light of day, all in a single breath!

The beautiful arrangements of music that accompany his words, have a style of their own: unpretentious harmonies, masterful two-handed piano, and classical guitar all ease themselves into and out of the intricacies of every track.

As an added bonus, this album comes with a brilliant DVD that depicts the album through short sketches. A single scene sticks out in my mind: Sean Lennon, bent under the weight of a sleeve-carrying heart is slumped on a couch, strumming the complicated chords of the album’s title track “Friendly Fire” with an ease and effortless giving of emotion. Wonderful, sublime, emotional, timid, and unique.