A tambourine rattles in the distance, and before you know it, Shake has already kicked your pulse into gear. Near Death Experience (NDX) don’t ask for your attention—they hijack it. The track bolts out of the gate with Joshua Van Ness’s drums striking like a syncopated alarm clock for the restless, while Ian Whiteling’s vocals arrive full of scratch and soul, like someone who’s been to the edge and brought back rhythm as a souvenir.
There’s a physicality to this track that’s hard to ignore. Jack Dawkins’s sax doesn’t just fill space—it carves it open, slicing between verses like bright streaks of adrenaline. Amar Grover’s bassline isn’t content to lurk underneath either; it hums with the low-end confidence of someone quietly starting a revolution. Together, they create a groove that doesn’t give you a choice—it drags you out of inertia and plants you firmly on the dancefloor of your own comeback story.
What sets Shake apart is how it doesn’t posture. It sweats. There’s vulnerability tucked in between the hooks—the verses give just enough room for doubt to creep in, only to be burned away by the blistering bridge. Whiteling’s cry of “I want you, I need you” doesn’t sound romantic. It sounds existential. Like someone shaking themselves out of a rut, gasping for momentum.
This isn’t polished escapism. It’s gritty, joyful propulsion. A track made for anyone who’s ever stood in front of the mirror and said, “Move.” And just when you think you’ve gotten all it has to give, Shake nods to disco, flips it, and ends in a burst of musical urgency that feels earned—not added.
Shake doesn’t preach about chasing dreams. It dares you to get up and start dancing toward them.
