When I listened to the first of three tracks released by Wird Grau, the latest musical endeavor of artist Laszlo Horvath, I found a certain purity in the high register of his rigorously disciplined vocal delivery. Accompanied by strings and guitars, you find yourself gliding through lyrics possessed by an understated mysticism: have you met yourself in the classic sense? On first glance, I thought the cover art was an orgiastic sketch of bodies before I realized I was staring at severed mechanical legs (not breasts), and a mess of defeated men—the alienated bug type from a Houellebecq novel—being trampled by these deformed giants that resembled a mere approximation of a human. The caterwauls towards the end of the track hit different after that. I thought about the modern condition, I threw on my wireless Beats By Dre headphones, and I hit the park to go hoop to Wird Grau.