It's the difference that matters.
We live in a world of little boxes on the hillside made of ticky tacky that all look just the same. (That's a reference to the show Weeds. My apologies if you have no frame of reference.) Somewhere along the way a lot of us became the same and music followed suit. It seems that as time goes by you have more "tracks" and less music. Musicians have been replaced by "entertainers." (And I use that word very loosely.) The songs on the radio all sound the same. The videos all look the same. And if you're not careful, you find yourself being lulled into a musical stupor, unable to differentiate the good from the bad.
But thankfully, there are still people out there who can be considered musicians. They are the ones we can call "artists." Coury is a musician and an artist. Elegant, eclectic, enchanting, he brings you in with melodies that are almost hypnotic. He keeps you in with his talent. Coury manages to do what few artists can: he uses his voice as his instrument. Stripped down to their rawest point, the thing that stands out in his songs is not the production (although always clean) and not the arraignments (which are done masterfully.) It's the ethereal tone of his voice that leaves you speechless. You hit repeat and listen again and again. It's the closest to hypnotized that some of us will ever be.