Only thing I know about wosX’s internet celebrity is the entity is popular. It’s possible I’ve covered works of wosX under a variety of different synonyms. A duality I’ve always appreciated in music is aesthetics’ equal parts user-friendly creativity and group-elaborated conversation. As if upon being released for public consumption, music is immediately the human’s ownership, and very little attributed back upon the artist. Not to say that we’re all David Keenan “God’s Of Our Own Worlds” visa-vi music, no. But only to follow a singular musician’s works throughout, and publically — whether hidden or shared in time’s infinite line — the two-sides of listening is between the listener feeling responsible enough to listen through an artists’ back-catalogue OR let it be as a controlled moment in time without any deep exploration, only relying upon the serendipity of moment and emotion. Why wosX’s Virtual is so intriguing is little nuances like “all music an vocals done by me.” I don’t care. I’d never had cared. But wosX cared enough to put in on Bandcamp parallel with Virtual’s release. And I’ll think about that. You too: