PARISWHEEL: DRAGON

‘DRAGON’ spends its first 2 and a half minutes experimenting; acquainting itself with all the tools available, so to speak. With thirty seconds left to go, it suddenly unleashes what the listener’s been eagerly awaiting: A flummoxing, gigantic chorus. Pre-explosion, we’re given sonical snippets of what’s to come; tribal drum hits; synths dripping with sweat; bold declarations of “I am fire breathing” from PARISWHEEL’s vocalist. But then it clicks. Everything falls into place like a layered brick formation - perfectly put together pop, albeit the kind you have to be patient with at first.