Review: aja monet's "the color of rain" transforms bravado into tenderness

"Say it with your chest," aja monet commands in the opening seconds of the color of rain.

With growing vim, she likens a chest to an engine waiting to be fired, the cavity within to a "darling darkness," the heart to a tenderly cupped firefly—each metaphor diluting the machismo of the saying.

"say it with your chest" is more spell than jeer, a mantra for staying