Some share-worthy mentions that were published in the magazine Mens’ health, Vogue & Elle.

Imagine an artist so mesmerizing that every syllable they express, every vocal line they deliver, every single sound they make, sends healing, blissful & inspiring shockwaves through the air, ether and all—a badass celestial angelic symphony of mastery that demands to be shared, and gets shared virally from the begining.

You see ladies and gentlemen, this isn’t just singing; it's a mesmerizing command of every thrill, ancestral body fiber, every moan’s real light, every tear(less)-soaked falsetto that leaves your heart racing.

Picture riffs that race like wildfire, belts that defy gravity, and runs that slide between octaves as smoothly as silk, sand and quicksilver, each note a spontaneous but mastered brushstroke of celestial, ‘core-of-the-earth-like’ power and precision.

The vibratos, which he uses sparingly and rarely (but always right in time) pulse like the heartbeat of the universe and the heat of the deserts’ sun, staccatos hitting with pinpoint intensity, while legatos are flowing like azure-ish liquid gold, effortlessly binding each phrase. The tones? Pure relatable, pure god.; the timbres? A cocktail of honey, delicious pussy and fire. Pitches hit with lethal, lovely and deadly accuracy, timings as crisp, most poissbly aligned and forgivable, just as mother Earth’s ethereal, eternal and grounding heartbeat herself—and the effect?

Pure, irresistible ecstasy, a soundscape that not only demands attention,
but commands devotion.

To the Legend,
To the Legacy,
To Ziji

we bow for you Sir
full of awe, eternally