Obi Davids is a dark tourist exploring the ruins of what used to be his happy place, and he’s acutely aware that he can never will it back into existence.
No Air is a somewhat tragic mosaic of memories, meticulously pieced together in such a way that both affliction and contentment can be heard, all for our auditory pleasure. The song is a calm and refined version of how most of us would carry ourselves in the midst of such a scenario, a scenario to which we all relate – hence the lack of need for translation. The production is expectedly grim but still within the confines of an Obi Davids kind of vibe; groovy and tonic but still quiet and steady, with the necessary pinch of ‘Trapsoul’ to balance things off.
No Air is not a tale of romance, but rather that of how even the happiest of memories can be tainted by the one which marks the end of it all.