On “Angry Horses,” Stefan J. Selbert transforms the idle rhythm of a solitary Sunday shift into a candid stream-of-consciousness confession. It was written in the quiet churn of routine labour, acting like a personal diary cracked open, the song releases the tension between the internal chaos of self-reflection and the numbing repetition of daily life. He embraces contradiction with a subtle beauty in how the song gallops with restlessness, yet stays tethered to mundanity.
