Open's opaque cords shiver and wobble, held into place with a determined 2step pulse, as Nazars speedy, fx smudged vocals ruminate anxiously on personal trauma and it's tentacular hold. He sings from 'Tear apart my vest, Burn-in process, I can’t deal with the stress' into 'Open like a church, A target like a church Guilt has to be purged, Armistice that we deserve, hand that I unclench' to 'I accepted myself, I accepted to be held, Got rid of self-contempt...Open just feels right, Being open just feels nice', in one self-soothing arc, across a dream-like soundscape.

Nazar says “ Open is my rawest effort to embrace vulnerability.
Disposing the shield that helped me feel so comfortable yet so uneasy at the same time.”