In these eleven tracks, Nadia Maudhoo weaves a tapestry of mercurial emotion. Love, they assert, is not logical; it manifests as an amalgamation of the senses. We all of us encompass a hidden world of sensation. Yet what names can we give to the half-felt emotions beneath us? They steal our balance; they avert our gaze. They are unnamed, unwritten, unspoken.Each piece pulls a diaphanous new layer over our own perception. We recall those moments that defy language: how the urge to reach forward now dies before it reaches our fingertips; how what was once sweet becomes melancholy; how what was once immaterial suddenly becomes the axis upon which we turn. Sensation, after all, has no regard for our own volition.Nadia’s music settles amongst our memories seemingly of its own accord. She guides us to those moments that resist the corrosion of time: the first time your veins thrummed at another’s touch; the first time you felt wanted. Such memories rest like bright touchstones in our thoughts. Upon coming to the end of Love Unspoken, one feels a sweet yet melancholic push and pull between the future and the past: an emotional acknowledgement of the unsaid forces that move us perpetually to begin anew.