The visceral power pumping from Aarow De Wilde's vocals immediately dragged me into her inner world. What's the matter here. Amid the sizzle and grind of the hard rushing guitar, she bemoans the los of false friends, deceitful lovers, fake beginning and ultimate endings. She sings the following with force not hiding her disappointment.
"The end/ When will it begin?" She reminds me of Shirley Manson of Garbage. The brash driving guitars sitting one level behind her menacing vocals allow tis line to slither into your psyche "How was I to know I was all alone?" I related to the crash of reality that was in front of me all along.
Listening to this song reminds me of he angry yet insightful ladies of he te late 80s and adding a more power popping punking to te mix that harkens back to garage rock. Ladies like Veruca Salt and Slaeater Kinney didn't wallow in the end of something. They dissected it in an attempt to put something, anything back together. And then the acceptance of their broken social scene spawned a new beginning, with shards of lessons learned piercing into the wound now ready to heal. Anger sometimes brates insight if one is willing to slide the curtains of deception aside . Se slides it down to a barely audible whisper where she seems to be talking herself of out of her crrent situation and back to a new one. Open your eyes see the fakery the run the other fucking way. The guitars tail slide out in a rush of reverb.
Listening to this song reminds me of he angry yet insightful ladies of he te late 80s and adding a more power popping punking to te mix that harkens back to garage rock. Ladies like Veruca Salt and Slaeater Kinney didn't wallow in the end of something. They dissected it in an attempt to put something, anything back together. And then the acceptance of their broken social scene spawned a new beginning, with shards of lessons learned piercing into the wound now ready to heal. Anger sometimes brates insight if one is willing to slide the curtains of deception aside . Se slides it down to a barely audible whisper where she seems to be talking herself of out of her crrent situation and back to a new one. Open your eyes see the fakery the run the other fucking way. The guitars tail slide out in a rush of reverb.
Comments
Post a Comment