Unafraid to play the tease, Calvin Love walks amidst a realm of conﬂicting dualism. His creative demeanor blending gritty exploration and an effortlessly cool croon. He’s hot and cold, twisted and beautiful and reels in your cozying affection through wistful verse, entrancing rhythms and weighty synthesized pleas. He strings you along. A thrust and a swoon, a lover lost, he asks you to come back to him. And you do. And then he leaves, with cigarette smoke marking his trail.