How is a star born? Does it just pop out of nothing and it’s just there? Or does its light first has to reach earth after traveling for millions and millions of lightyears through space until it comes into being? These sort of questions may befall you as the grave and etheral sounds of Hope are swooshing onto you. Because that’s what it does: swooshing. As if the wind is blowing through the instrumental circuits from which, slow and steady, a rhythm ascends. An epiphany. A star is born.