“Jupiter 4” is a love song that sounds like it was recorded in a haunted house: richly ambient, mercurial, hypnotic. It’s a fulsome declaration of a love that is “so real,” and the song soars on the bliss of presumed erotic and spiritual connection, but there’s a dark pulsation below its surface – a reminder of the potentially destructive aspects of delivering oneself over to desire. (...) The articulation of desire is