It feels a little strange finally listening to “Introvert” as a whole album. For almost a year, there has been a sort of divide inside me — Cj as Wincy’s wife and Cj as a fan of Wincy, or as he wants his solo music project to to be called Patience Dear Juggernaut. 

As I wife, I have seen and heard Wincy put together all the elements of this album. Lyrical and instrumental fragments all over our home’s atmosphere. As a fan, I feel so lucky being exposed to the album in such an early stage — from its conception to the mastering. But I’m just one person, so the wife and the fan often collide. The fan hears the most intimate confessions, rewritten in a more poetic form. The wife worries about what Wincy is going through.

This is probably a premature “review” or a spoiler: Most of us might regard teh first album, “Girl, The Impaler” as Wincy’s 20-something broken heart, exposed. But this time, “Introvert”, as paradoxical to its title, Wincy confesses way deeper things — the fears and frustrations of adulthood.

Makes me hold to my seat a little as I turn 30 soon.