After a journey into the trippy and jazzy sides of conscious hip-hop coming from New York, Zambia, and Burkina Faso that made us think about the roots of the genre, this post takes us to the essence of rock and roll, both sonically and lyrically. In the end, it’s guitars, bass, and drums driving with all of their force to the sound of a singer belting about one thing: love. Finding it, losing it, desiring it, and not even being sure what it is. Two of the artists even have “love” right in their name. Time to tune up the air guitars for this one.