The gentle but powerfully lilting voice behind the EP “Go” belongs to that of Amanda Lee, a young singer-songwriter born in Northern Virginia currently residing in central Maryland. All handcrafted, original songs, Amanda and her co-producer, band mate, and now husband Posido Vega reveal their expertise and natural flare as musical artists, drawing the listener in. The sultry sound and emotion-wrought lyrics reflect the soul of one more mature and experienced in life than the young songstress pictured on the front cover of the album appears, eyes cast downwards in thought, slightly hidden from under her bangs. Amanda’s world is one sensitive to hardship and yet filled with resolutely steadfast, quiet love. The first track starts strong, beginning with the gentlest minor chord of her guitar and the soft touches of a reverberating piano. It progressively becomes more innocent as the listener reaches the chorus, Amanda instrumentally weaving together the feathery-light air of a child’s glockenspiel and her own simple background harmonies. The song is warm and upbeat even as the lyricist feels unrest as she encourages, perhaps to herself, “Gotta go.” “Beauty of Failing” starkly changes melodic direction for the record and yet still sounds distinctly Amanda Lee. Heavy and dark with electronic drum beats and complex sounds mingling in with her light guitar, Amanda both simultaneously ponders the existence of pain and yet embraces it as the reason life is worth living. This song is a meditation that is not of anguish, but of sweet relief as the chorus suddenly opens the song way up, like reaching the sky in a point of enlightenment. Next, scratches and pops of a record player give a nod to Amanda Lee’s love for acoustic, vintage sounds in “Come Tell Me.” Inviting, personal, and warm, the song sounds like a secret between the artist and the listener. Her eager, soothing voice could probably draw the most guarded bird into the palm of her gentle hand. There’s an immediate quality in her voice such that she doesn’t need to implore a person to trust her-- one automatically does. The last lines are truthfully whispered “I love you... I do.” The drawn out sounds of a brass horn and the textured bass go to work in her last piece, “Letting Go.” Like a three step waltz, Amanda’s voice lifts up and down the chromatic scale as she resolves, “I’m letting go of you.” The interlude in the middle of the song with freestyle bass played by Posido mixes with her percussive guitar strums and suddenly drops, her harmonies echoing, fading in the background. As Amanda’s voice drifts further away, a simple music box ends the song like the softest lullaby as she returns the listener back to the surface. An album almost wantingly too short, it is a glimpse into the deeper inner workings of a truly talented and beautiful artist.