Some of us aren't cool enough to discover a band the first time around. Luckily for me, Suicide Squeeze is re-releasing Page France's debut Hello, Dear Wind and I officially have a second chance to discover this Baltimore group.

Although the band's bio shares that Michael Nau, the singer and primary songwriter, rarely appears solo, what I find most appealing about the album is the rather intimate sound of the album’s fourteen tracks; it doesn't require a stretch of the imagination to envision the recordings originally coming to life as private bedroom recording communications.

Nau's collaborators — Whitney McGraw, Clinton Jones and Jason Reeder — excel at adding subtle support, lightly filling out the tracks while allowing Nau’s voice to remain the primary focus. On tracks like "Junkyard", "Goodness" and "Elephant" where the band members kick it up a notch — still a somewhat subdued and tasteful notch — there is an amazing synergy. There isn’t any rocking out per se, but there is definitely something magical happening that pulls at me internally and it is the vocals.

The light touch of Nau, and McGraw as well, vocally expresses an amount of honesty that is undeniable. The innocence of its sound almost makes me want to call it precious and protect it with a motherly ferocity. Suicide Squeeze is doing the world a service re-releasing Hello, Dear Wind; don't let it sneak under your radar again.