Last October, when we reviewed “5…4…3…2…1…” , Zachary Mason felt like an artist speaking from orbit. He framed his world in countdowns and cosmic metaphor, balancing wit with a growing sense of gravity, as if each song was a transmission sent just before reentry. There was spectacle in that moment, but also a quiet signal that something more grounded was coming. “Sweetheart” is where that signal lands. Instead of launching outward, Mason turns inward, trading the vastness