Raucous 60s rockabilly might sound like an unlikely match for an album unequivocally about grief, but Shannon & the Clams pull it off miraculously in this deeply personal record, which shifts from joy to despair – and often a complex mix of the two – with astonishing ease.
To the casual listener, the seventh album from Californian indie stalwarts Shannon and the Clams is a riot. The Moon Is In The Wrong Place is an endearingly fuzzy trip back to the wilder side of 60s pop: there’s sashaying doo-wop grooves, gloriously melodramatic vocals, a dollop of rockabilly barnstormers. Take the opening track, for instance, which ends theatrically with a flamenco-style coda over a long held note in the vocals, landing with an almighty stomp that’s only lacking a few castanets to bring the point home. It’s a sign of the up-tempo joys to come: The Moon Is In The Wrong Place is an album plenty interesting enough to entertain even before the lyrics can be fully understood.
It’s only by the closing song, Life Is Unfair, that the tight subject matter of The Moon becomes impossible to ignore. “How do you expect me to understand that the love of my life was taken away from me?” Shannon Shaw asks, an opening lyric so stark that even the chugging drums and cheery strummed guitar can’t hide its pain. It turns out The Moon Is In The Wrong Place is an album squarely about grief. The whole project is a result of Shaw’s personal tragedy, namely when Shaw’s fiancé died in a car accident just weeks before their wedding.
It doesn’t take much digging to find the emotional devastation left behind by that fateful day throughout this record. The Vow shuffles its way through an image of the wedding that never was, Shaw begging for the vows she’ll never hear. “First time in my life things fall into place,” she laments. It should sound dour and heavy, but the miracle of this album is Shaw’s knack of finding the light in the darkest of times. “It seems like it’s over, but forever you’re mine,” she concludes optimistically in that same song, letting all sorrow be forgotten with that raucous flamenco finale. It’s not just a satisfying surprise, but surely an act of Herculean bravery from Shaw, who seems willing to tease out whatever drops of hope she can find in such serious and personal subject matter.
Indeed, The Vow is just a taste of the twin themes of delight and misery weaving through Wrong Place. Big Wheel, for instance, is an electrifying piece of garage rock that I’m certain would have achieved world domination – probably alongside a wheel-themed dance move – had it been released sixty years ago. The chorus in particular, with its hulking bass riff and belted vocals, is an impulsive finger-snapper. Bean Fields provides the album’s sunniest moment, graced with almost irritatingly merry plonked piano and lyrics about a wild romance in the fields “where the bugs sing” – the fact that one of the lovers in question is no longer living is only the subtlest of dark undertones, easily lost in the uninhibited slide guitar solo and atmospheric hum of cicadas.
That’s not to say Wrong Place attempts to ignore the darker sides of grief. Oh So Close, Yet So Far is a deeply poignant doo-wop number that sets out Shaw’s conciliatory vision of her finance not being completely lost, but instead poetically subsumed into nature. “No I can’t touch you / Cause you are every star at night,” she rasps, reaching for a part of her lover – his soul, or perhaps literally his atoms – that will exist for eternity. She’s less certain on Real of Magic, a deceptively simple ballad about hallucination, complete with haunting call-and-response backing vocals that seems to mirror the conflicting voices in Shaw’s head.
The album’s title track and central triumph follows, a grippingly distorted descent into genuine terror. Guitars mimic an ‘SOS’ morse code call as Shaw jabs out a closely harmonised one-note melody to the words “The sun burned down when you left this world / Now there is some imposter in the sky”, surely about as epic as opening lyrics get. A furious pair of congas propel the ensuing torrent, evoking the deep-seated sense of cosmic ‘wrongness’ that comes with suddenly losing someone you had assumed would be around for your whole life. It’s the most exciting, darkly compelling piece of indie rock you’re likely to hear all year.
Perhaps inevitably, the less attention-grabbing corners of the album feel superfluous by comparison. The sharply focussed subject matter is briefly lost in the portion of the record where Cody Blanchard takes over vocals, and UFO’s psychedelic account of alien abduction feels slightly clichéd and melodically takes perhaps a little bit too much inspiration from House of the Rising Sun. Blanchard’s best contribution comes with In the Grass, a gentle acoustic guitar number which finds a pretty melody to match his country rasp.
Wrong Place is, undoubtedly, Shannon Shaw’s record, and it’s she who neatly wraps up proceedings with Life Is Unfair. It’s a short track that epitomises the album’s remarkable strength – the delicate balancing act between sorrow and optimism. The final words come in the form of a typically bouncy singalong hook in the major key which masks deep layers of a sadness that only feels partly quashed. “Life is unfair yet beautiful,” Shaw concludes, “only because you were here.”
BRAT may offer some of the nastiest club floor-fillers of Charli xcx’s lauded career, but there’s also vulnerable reflections on loss and the daunting prospect of becoming a mother. The result is a rollercoaster of an album that makes a point of its dramatic shifts in tone.
Charli xcx is an artist most at home in the frenetic, sweaty confines of a busy London nightclub, her music bursting with punchy drum machines and oddball electronic samples that no doubt come into their own when accompanied by strobes and a packed crowd of revelers. She’s gained so much notoriety as a dance music-adjacent singer that her 2022 album, CRASH, had some critics lamenting that she’d finally succumbed to the alluring pull of Top 40 pop (actual guitars! verses and choruses!). In reality, that album’s stellar highlights – zinging 80s throwback Lightning, honeyed funk hit Yuck – hinted at a songwriting knack that Charli would always have up her sleeve, no matter the genre.
Alas, as BRAT emphatically proves, Charli xcx’s ability to produce some our time’s finest nightclub anthems remains alive and well. As if to prove a point, she puts a song called Club classics at track two, a pulsating, shapeshifting electronic track that sounds all the more dynamic after the curiously static and unexciting opener 360. “I wanna be blinded by the lights” and “I’m gonna dance all night,” come the chanted lyrics. They’re the sort of words we’ve heard in endless dance and disco songs ever since the genre’s genesis, but Charli knows there’s hidden depths behind that urge to blind and deafen ourselves on a night out. Why do we not only want to dance, but need it? What are we escaping from?
She spends the rest of the album offering her own, very personal answer to that question. BRAT turns out to be a strikingly intimate listen. She confesses she wants to “go back in time to when I wasn’t insecure,” on Rewind, a track which uses a fuzzy mix to acutely convey Charli’s gnawing anxiety, plus some clever tape rewind samples. “I don’t know if I belong here anymore,” comes the final line of I might say something stupid, a quiet confessional amidst the chaos, in which Charli’s typical heavy autotune becomes a knowingly imperfect mask – a desperate attempt to hide her own frailties. I think about it all the time goes a step further, seeing Charli reflect on her friend becoming a mother and whether “a baby might be mine.” It’s such a vulnerable, thoughtful set of lyrics that the music ends up feeling like an afterthought. Perhaps the same is true for So I, a touching ode to late fellow artist Sophie with a pretty chorus but a long buildup that promises a payoff which never quite arrives.
And yet, there are just as many examples of Charli portraying herself as an unassailable queen of the dancefloor, with no insecurities to unpick. Lead single and BRAT‘s central banger, Von dutch, is an infectious take down of all Charli’s jealous contemporaries. “It’s so obvious I’m your number one,” she boasts as siren-like synths wail and a snare drum – mixed loud and in-your-face – smashes through the mix. Mean girls reads as a modern, lightly tongue-in-cheek feminist anthem, and sports a wild piano breakdown which Charli skillfully works into one of this album’s most irresistible beat drops. The biggest flex of Charli’s producer muscles, however, comes with B2b, an oppressively heavy masterclass in infectious synth loops and expertly crafted hooks.
The result is a two-sided album that switches from intimate confessions to festival-ready anthems, sometimes chaotically – the tender orchestral intro of Everything is romantic sounds odd immediately after the boisterous Von dutch. Only a few songs – Sympathy is a knife, Rewind – attempt to marry Charli’s chagrin to singalong party choruses, and as a result listening to BRAT can feeling about listening to two albums at once, switching from one to the other at random intervals.
On the other hand, BRAT‘s huge emotional range makes for a dance album that unusually probes for some sensitivity behind the hedonism. The latter emotion seems to win out in the end. Closing number 365 is a reprise of the opening track, although this time with a full-throttle dance drop and deafeningly scratchy synth hook. It’s gloriously odd moments of pop excess like these that are ultimately BRAT‘s biggest strengths, but this album also succeeds in showing us the hidden depths lurking amidst all the stage smoke and flashing lights of the club.
After the addition of a new member, upgrading Home Counties from a 5-piece to a 6-piece, the band has truly found their sound and developed it perfectly to cover and tackle many problems in a war against the mundane. Matthew Rowe explains all.
Formerly Buckinghamshire-based band Home Counties have been on the scene for a while, but have unfortunately stayed under my radar until recently. Whilst I was shuffling on Spotify, I was lucky enough to hear one of their earlier songs, Back to the 70s, which instantly struck me. In their earlier days, they adopted a much more post-punk central sound while attempting to maintain upbeat instrumental tracks to accompany them. This was a nice change to the genre’s status quo, especially as it appeases my love for funk and post-punk, forming the new genre of post-funk.
Before making their debut album, Home Counties picked up pianist and second vocalist Lois Kelly, who I believe was the key to fully fleshing out their songs. The combination of Kelly, as well as already established vocalist Will Harrison, is executed to perfection, with both voices able to deliver loud, cutting lines as well as much more melodic background vocals that work in harmony with one another. The introduction of Kelly also changed the band’s sound, tackling their funky, disco-inspired instrumentals head-on. This leads to a set of much stronger-sounding tracks and keeps a consistent theme that varies just enough to avoid too many repetitive singles.
Picking up a second vocalist was the best thing Home Counties could have done
Home Counties have managed to stay completely balanced on a scale from having either the instrumentals or the vocals drowning out the other, both in their mixing but also in the musical intricacy and the importance of the lyrics. One great example of this is Cradle, Coffin, which boasts a very punchy 4/4 beat, but the band alongside both Harrison’s and Kelly’s lyrics work perfectly, allowing enough focus to lay off the beat while they get their point across to us. This balance allows for a particularly enjoyable listening experience. I have found that it’s great background music if you are working, but also a great album to sit down and listen to in its entirety.
A lot of hard-hitting and relatable themes are explored in this project. This was inspired by the band moving to the big city of London from their previously calm, out-of-city lives, which is a big change for anyone. The first single from this album to be released was Bethnal Green, a song tackling the topic of gentrification and how it can lead to the feeling of not belonging to where you came from. “Just say you don’t contest me, just say you won’t forget me” is a particularly poignant example of the two. Another song, You Break It, You Bought It directly attacks the general public’s, and specifically my least favourite kind of collector, landlords (M3 Lettings and Fit Property; if you are reading this, I do not like you). This track nails it when it comes to the state of renting as well as providing a brilliant, funky instrumental including my favourite bassline on the project from Bill Griffin. The vocals provide both an insight as to how predatory these companies are as well as their rather personal thoughts, “Lynching landlords in my dreams” being rather extreme, but getting the point across.
In some of their songs, they have also adapted a newer, more electronic style of music, my favourite example being the title track, Exactly As It Seems. This kicks off with an instrumental that is akin to the intro music to ITV’s The Job Lot. This results in an 8-bit-sounding backing track, which you wouldn’t think would work, yet it does almost seamlessly with the dynamic duo of vocalists I have grown to love over this album. This is also apparent in Funk U Up, which boasts a very impressive electronic keyboard track straight out of a futuristic soundscape to accompany a song about constantly falling behind and messing up.
One thing Home Counties does to a very high standard is build songs up to a huge crescendo, often releasing the anger built up throughout the song in a blaze of funk glory. This is done best in Wild Guess, which is the single that made me most excited for the album. This starts nice and slowly but builds up from stripped-back instrumentals, setting a calm tone for most of the song while solemnly putting across a message about the cost of living crisis before hitting the final chorus, which elevates the instrumental into a catchy, ride cymbal driven melody composed of all the previous parts.
As well as developing their general sound, they have done an incredible job of developing their structuring and variety
Their final track in this album puts together all of these factors of individual greatness in previous tracks into one brilliant finale, Posthumous Spreadsheets. It starts off with a very Beatles-esque Come Together inspired drum track and much like Wild Guess, continues on relatively calmly at the beginning, demonstrating their ability to deliver strong monologues above an electronic beat, before kicking in halfway through. This song wraps up the themes covered elegantly, with the final song being about how awful the pressures and stress of a modern office is through a combination of satire and much more serious lyrics about how difficult it is to enjoy yourself whilst working at the bottom.
To summarise this project, I was blown away both during the release of the singles and the grand release of the album. They have blended two of my favourite genres perfectly and have given me a new view of what post-punk truly means. Home Counties are a very underrated band, and I hope they gain more traction soon, so if you’re reading this, please go and listen to them.
A compelling tale of love and loss, Hit Me Hard and Soft sees Eilish embrace her sexuality on her own terms via knotty and unpredictable pop. The love songs are delectable and the showpiece moments titanic, although not every sonic experiment comes off.
There’s something admirable in the way Eilish casts aside any hint of lyrical subtlety in Lunch, the second track of her hotly anticipated third studio album, Hit Me Hard And Soft. “You need a seat, I’ll volunteer,” is one of the song’s many innuendos that will have no doubt raised an eyebrow when Eilish first presented it to her long-time producer and brother Finneas O’Connell. Eilish has long been known for resisting the sexualisation of young female pop stars that music executives seem to demand, gaining fame for her concealingly baggy oversized outfits. Her song Not My Responsibility, one of many Eilish tracks discussing body image, was an eerie spoken word piece about the demands of ogling magazines and relentless commentators. She was furious last year when Variety outed her as bisexual in a cover story, disappointingly still deemed a newsworthy reveal even in 2024. In Eilish’s words: “I like boys and girls leave me alone about it please literally who cares.”
For that reason, Lunch is a triumphant reclaiming of the narrative – Eilish’s first song explicitly about sex, and one not coy about mentioning the lover in question happens to be a girl. But beneath all the titillating euphemisms (“I could eat that girl for lunch”), there’s plenty of the singer’s trademark lyrical depth. The metaphor of eating has deep, dark connotations for Eilish and many of her young female fans, many of whom will have grappled with body dysmorphia and anorexia in today’s world of impossibly perfect Instagram models. Eilish’s sexual liberation nourishes her in the same way the unwarranted opinions of mass media starve her. “People say I look happy just because I got skinny / But the old me is still me […] and I think she’s pretty,” Eilish reflects movingly on Skinny, this album’s tender tone setter, a song which sounds like stepping into a warm bath after a long day.
Much of Hit Me Hard And Soft’s brilliance lies in Eilish’s uncanny ability to transform the complex feelings of young love and newly explored sexuality with a judicious synth choice or telling melodic turn. Album highlight Birds of a Feather, for instance, sounds every bit as unsustainably beautiful as a young love affair, Eilish singing with an unrestrained belt that sounds a far cry from the close-up whispers that made her famous. The washed out chords and sickly sweet melodies sound straight out of a Wham! classic, complete with a shimmering bassline and reverb-soaked vocals. For a singer who gained fame through tracks with names like You Should See Me In a Crown and All the Good Girls Go to Hell, Birds of a Feather is a shockingly lovely song that heralds an impressive sonic reinvention for Eilish.
Elsewhere, it’s not the complexities of fresh love that Eilish summons, but revenge. The Diner recalls an operation to break into her enemy’s kitchen via a plodding synth bass and distorted layered vocals that recall the Bad Guy days, albeit without any of the world-dominating hooks. A more compelling wander to the dark side comes on Chihiro, a track propelled by a disgustingly funky bass line that provides a muscular match to Eilish’s intimate vocal delivery. “Did you take my love away from me?” she demands as a swirl of synths begin to envelop her, successfully finding beauty amidst pained lovesickness. The track culminates in a compelling plot twist (“it’s all been a trap”) and a subsequent wall of electronic sound, although the payoff compares unfavourably to the same trick Parcels pulled off in their deeply underrated opus Everyroad.
Unusually for an A-league pop star, Eilish released no singles in the lead up to Hit Me Hard and Soft’s release, and her uninterrupted playing of the album in a listening party at New York’s Barclay Center last week suggested she sees this album as a single work, rather than a collection of potential chart hits. Indeed, Hit Me Hard and Soft is Eilish’s most narratively cohesive album to date, beginning with an ecstatic love affair and ending just as the heartbreak is beginning to numb. The cinematic turning point comes with The Greatest, a remarkable five-minuter in which Eilish’s pent up rage eventually erupts over arena-filling rock. “All the times I’ve waited / For you to want me naked,” she laments, but there’s a hint of self-deprecating irony in the conclusion that “man, am I the greatest”.
The self-deception continues in L’amour de ma vie, in which Eilish attempts to convince herself it was never love in the first place over a catchy pop hook. Again, Eilish’s anger bubbles to the surface in the song’s second half, although this time it’s via Hit Me Hard and Soft’s most contentious left turn: a pummelling four-to-the-floor kickdrum and, improbably, the sort of heavily autotuned Eurodance groove Finland might consider sending to Eurovision next year. Eilish has to be given points for her vagrant disregard for the pop rulebook, but her defeatist wails of “it’s over now” inevitably get lost in the silliness of it all.
A trendier synthy confection leads into the closing track, Blue, which features the sort of devastatingly catchy earworm a lesser artist could have quite happily used as the linchpin for a straightforwardly appealing three minute pop song. Instead, Eilish gives us a final creative flourish by turning the tempo right down and reflecting on how we tend to feel attraction to those who share our flaws. In the process, she deftly ties up many of the album’s lyrical loose threads, throwing in the beautiful strings melody that opened the album for good measure.
That said, for all Hit Me Hard and Soft’s thoughtful narrative and restless creativity, the 43 minutes do leave a lingering feeling that the most exciting elements of Eilish’s previous compositions – the body horror and masterful production of Bury a Friend or the apocalyptic finale of Happier Than Ever – are left largely unexplored in this introspective album, and bursts of experimentation are only pursued for a few wild minutes before a return to Eilish’s default spacey electropop. With its unapologetic queer love songs and impeccably nuanced lyricism, Hit Me Hard and Soft is a significant development in Eilish’s albumcraft, but there’s still a sense her best album is yet to come.
The ballads are few and far between on Maggie Rogers’ brilliantly written third record, which delivers one singalong belter after another. Don’t Forget Me doesn’t reinvent the singer-songwriter wheel, but what a fabulous wheel this particular album is.
The origin story of Maryland singer-songwriter Maggie Rogers’ career is the stuff of pop legend these days. Rogers was 22 when she took a music production masterclass at the New York University Tisch School of the Arts, which involved the no doubt intimidating task of playing an original song to one of the most famous producers in the world, Pharrell Williams. The song, Alaska, floored Williams, who’s first response was “I have zero, zero notes for that.” The resulting clip went viral (a remarkable watch still available on YouTube), and the rest is history.
History, because Williams really had discovered a US megastar in that small New York recording studio. Just four years later, Rogers would be at the Grammys. This year, that shy music student has a 30-date US stadium tour in her diary, followed by a tour of Europe in support of a little-known British band by the name of Coldplay. Whilst Alaska remains one of her biggest hits, Rogers’ music these days sounds much removed from the crowd pleasing yet safe pop confections of her 2019 debut, Heard It In a Past Life. Don’t Forget Me feels like the completion of the gradual artistic progression that Rogers launched on that fateful day back in 2016, developing from cautious experimentalism to self-assured pop and country hits. That’s not to say Don’t Forget Me tries anything especially distinctive or unusual, but the bulletproof vocal performances and a string of anthemic choruses don’t put a foot wrong.
Spacey, mature opener It Was Coming All Along is an effective tone-setter, but it’s the moody follow up where the instant classics begin: Drunk is a thrilling ride with bluesy rock guitars and a relentless chorus that recalls Fleetwood Mac at their most dynamic. Best of all is the extraordinary vocal performance, which rattles along with so much pent-up rage there are moments when Rogers’ sounds on the verge of losing control completely. And yet, like a cowboy clinging onto to a raging bull’s leash, she just about lands every adventurous adlib, and the result is one of the most compelling pop-rock recordings of the year so far.
Drunk is just the beginning of Don’t Forget Me’s delights. Deeply lovely So Sickof Dreaming is graced with sparkling layered guitars and a stunningly harmonised chorus that paints Rogers’ lovesickness with a beautiful elongated sigh of a melody. The spoken recount of a failed first date during the bridge may strike some as corny, but the payoff is perfectly executed final chorus that epitomises Rogers’ general fatigue whilst hinting at an underlying hope. The Kill maintains that appealing concoction of pain with a dash of optimism, the latter provided by an winning mellotron hook and galloping groove. It’s a straightforward and arguably unambitious track – a smattering of horns could have been a more daring creative decision to take The Kill even further from bland country music charts fodder – but it’s hard to knock the sheer quality of Rogers’ songcraft.
There are only two ballads in the ten tracks – I Still Do and All the Same – both of which are competently written and necessary moments of quiet reflection, but it’s the stadium-ready up-tempo numbers that will have fans returning to Don’t Forget Me over and over again. Earwormy On & On & On, for instance, pairs a wobbling synth bass with snappy funk drums, a hark back to noughties which might have outdated had Rogers’ hooks not been so punchy. Most of Don’t Forget Me’s choruses seem tailormade for road trip singalongs, particularly the anthemic Never Going Home, as well as the poignant lead single and title track, which closes the album with a pained demand to be remembered. If she’s in any way trying to send a message to listeners at the end of her album, Rogers need not worry – no listener is forgetting this excellent record in a hurry.
Jade Bird’s knack for an anthemic chorus and soaring vocals go largely unused on this mixed EP, which opts for introspective healing over the roof-raising Americana of Bird’s first two albums.
Jade Bird was born in Croydon, but she has an American soul. Her folky songs and penetrating vocals have long had the biggest popularity in the country music-obsessed southern states of the US, and her career was forged on the awesome country rock choruses of her self-titled debut, a record which included, amongst other barnstormers, Love Has All Been Done Before, a song which saw Bird rightly indulge in two bridges and four choruses – each more explosive than the last. A move to Austin, Texas in 2021 was the inevitable next step, along with sophomore record Different Kinds of Light, which put a loved-up sheen on Bird’s earthy Americana and offered more signs of songwriting maturity and nuance, not least in the glorious, sun-kissed melodies of Now is the Time, one of the very best songs of that year.
The years since has seen another significant change in Bird’s circumstances with the end of the long-term relationship behind many of Different Kinds of Light’s sweetest moments. The result is a long-teased EP which sees Bird mellower, more pensive and less inclined to throw in a straightforwardly anthemic chorus just for the hell of it. The unlikely production credit of Guernsey electronic music artist Mura Masa signifies the shift away from gunslinging country bangers, although (thankfully) his influence is most felt on the EP’s tasteful, muted bass riffs, rather than any drum machines and synths.
The trouble with Burn the Hard Drive is that heartbreak has not stoked the fire of Bird’s already fiery compositions, but rather extinguished it. The opening title track is pleasant and competently produced but sounds colourless compared to the unadorned passion of Bird’s early songs. There’s an interesting bass line and thoughtful one-note chorus, but for a voice of Bird’s calibre it’s like taking a Ferrari to work. C.O.M.P.L.E.X possesses the EP’s best earworm, but Bird’s admonishments of her ex’s “God complex” sound out of place amongst gentle guitars and weeping violins. There’s more intelligent composition and another alluring bass line in You’ve Fallen in Love Again, but it’s all washed in a spaced-out reverb that blunts the sharper edges in Bird’s melodies and vocals and renders the song as forgettable as a dream.
C’est La Vie is the first glimpse of Bird’s rasping vocals in their full glory and features a textbook Bird chorus that demands to be sung at full volume whilst driving towards the sunset on a long road trip. Again, Bird stops short of the full country rock treatment of wailing guitars and pounding drums, but a stripped-back, acoustic guitar driven rendition offers a round-the-campfire authenticity that spotlights Bird’s winning chorus. The song sets up Breaking the Grey, an optimistic finish with a somewhat obvious gospel-tinged piano progression. “You can’t wish the feelings away,” Bird admits, in a small but pleasing narrative arc after the desperation she felt to erase the past in the opening track. “I finally feel like I’m breaking the grey,” she assures us in the end. It seems Burn the Hard Drive has been a necessary, healing songwriting exercise for Bird – let’s hope for album three she’s ready to return to the full-blooded rock and roll she delivers best.
To celebrate International Women’s Day, Alex Walden takes a deep dive into the world of alternate rock music to showcase some new female groups on the rise who are definitely worth keeping an eye on.
It’s safe to say that the genre of rock is way out of its golden era. Long gone are the days of kids wanting to be rockstars after being completely in awe at the appeal of sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. However, if you think that means that rock has simply vanished, you’d be dead wrong. While the days of mass media constantly gazing upon the culture of rock gods have passed, it can be argued that the uniqueness diversity and overall creativity of rock music as a whole is on a completely different level to that of the 80s as these female acts prove. So, strap yourselves in because while artists such as Joan Jett, Stevie Nicks and Pat Benatar are iconic women who paved the way for female rock, they’ve got nothing on these girls.
Honourable mention: Christina Michelle of Gouge Away
Ok, I know what you’re thinking, and yes I know that Gouge Away are not an all-female band. However, I felt that they just had to be mentioned. It was on a complete whim that I discovered gouge away. Usually, I have a story of how I discover artists but, as weird as it is to say, I just sort of found them one day, and I’ve been hooked ever since.
Gouge Away have a sound that’s a blend of shoegaze and hardcore punk which works really well. It gives you that classic punch of that hardcore sound mixed with the sombre tones of shoegaze, giving their songs a slightly unsettling nature.
I remember showing Gouge Away to a friend of mine who said to me something along the lines of “you can tell that they really attack those instruments”. Considering this, it makes an undoubtably difficult task for vocalist Christina Michelle to essentially match the chaotic energy of her bandmates and essentially fight for her vocals to be heard over the thrashing of her bandmates and boy can you tell she goes for it.
Her vocals are so powerful and intense that it just brings something out of you
I think a commenter on a video one of Gouge Away’s live performances described it best with the quote, “this singer’s voice is mesmerizing. So unique and she doesn’t give in.” It can be difficult to bring the ferocity required to make a good hardcore track but rest assured that whatever it takes, Michelle’s got it.
If the aggression of that hardcore sound isn’t really your style, or you’re just discovering the genre and want something a bit more on the side of shoegaze, then Gouge Away have got you covered too. I recommend the songs Dallas and Stray/Burnt Sugar for the easy-going fans and the songs Fed Up, Can’t Relate and Ghost for those who want that bit of extra oomph in their ears.
5.Dream Nails
Up next we travel back to England as we look at the punk band Dream Nails. Originating from mutual friends as well as run-ins at drag shows, Dream Nails are slowly attracting their target audience with their feminist anthems. I first discovered Dream Nails after I heard through word of mouth that they were performing near me. Being down for anything music related I decided to check them out and upon reading the title of their most streamed song, Vagina Police, I immediately thought to myself “ok, these girls clearly have a message they want to send… I’m in.” After conducting some more research, I became hooked to their songs such as Good Guy, Joke Choke and DIY which are these incredibly fast-paced thrash punk tracks containing messages about completely destroying patriarchal values and throwing classic social societal values completely out the window and to that I say power to them.
4.Dream Wife
Staying in the UK, next up we have Dream Wife the London based punk trio who combine punk, pop and indie all in one. Considering the similarity to the name of the previous act, you’d be surprised to know that I discovered Dream Wife the same way I discovered Dream Nails. After hearing they’d be performing nearby I decided to check them out through their KEXP live performance and I’ve got to say, after just two songs (Social Lubrication and Love You More) I was hooked on the high-pitched screeches of the guitar that clash against those smooth bass lines and vocals. I could clearly see their indie and pop influence on just their first two songs. However, after discovering their song Let’s Make Out I was completely dumbfounded. Alice Go had transformed her role on guitar by switching to these filling chords that practically swallow the whole song if it wasn’t for the lead vocalist Rakel Mjöll fighting back with her amazing screams for the chorus.
Whether it’s a nice relaxing indie sound, some feedback heavy punk or just a cool image to follow, this band have something for you.
3.L.A. Witch
For my next entry we head to California for rock trio L.A. Witch. If I had to bet on any of the bands mentioned in this article obtaining a substantial amount of popularity in the near future, I can comfortably say I’d put my money on LA. Witch.
Originally founded in 2011 by guitarist and lead vocalist Sade Sanchez and bassist Irita Pai due to an ex-boyfriend forbidding Sanchez from playing in bands with other men, L.A. Witch has taken its feminine identity and kept it at the forefront of their band’s image.
The word ‘witch’ to us is like a cool way for us to hint that it was our feminine-type energy
Sade Sanchez L.A. Witch have a very woozy-sounding garage/punk rock sound witch I think has great potential. While I think that punk is an awesome genre, having every single song go at over 200 bpm with blaring loud instrumentals and intense screaming can get not only repetitive, but also tiring on the ears. Not everyone wants to thrash all the time. Sometimes people want to listen to punk in a relaxed manner. Producing songs sounds with sound while also staying within the punk genre is a difficult task, however, L.A. Witch in my opinion are one of the few bands who have properly mastered it. They still have overdriven guitars that give off feedback and fast drums, but it still has a slightly relaxing feel to it, especially within their latest album Play With Fire. Ever since I discovered it, I’ve not been able to stop listening to it. Due to its well roundedness as a rock project, it’s become one of my essential albums for every occasion.
As with most bands, L.A. Witch’s sound has improved incredibly, and you can hear it throughout their discography. Granted it’s probably through years of practice finally paying off, but it feels like you can hear them becoming more confident in their sound and playing ability as you work your way from beginning to end. All I can say is that I’m super excited for what they’ve got planed for the future.
2.Otoboke Beaver
Next up we take a trip even further across the pond to the Japan for punk rock group Otoboke Beaver. You know that classic cartoon troupe where they give a kid coffee, or some other highly caffeinated drink and they just go absolutely wild? Yeah, Otoboke Beaver is the musical personification of that exact scene.
Best described by rock legend Dave Grohl who said “it’ll blow your mind, dude. It’s the most fucking intense shit you’ve ever seen,” Otoboke Beaver are quickly on the rise due to their ability to blend fury and finesse to construct a fast paced, high intensity punk rock that sounds the musical version of a perfectly executed boot to the face. I first discovered the band after hearing S’il vous plaît and I was instantly hooked to it’s extremity of the sound, yet it had such a high degree of delicacy to it, it almost felt cute somehow; it was a well-made song but it also had that degree of aggression and rebellion that that came with punk and it kept me interested. I decided to look further into their discography to which at this point I discovered the video for Don’t light my fire, which completely blew my mind.
It’s been about a year since I first watched that video and I still think that I haven’t seen a music video with as much authenticity and raw energy as that. The almost hostile levels of power in their songs can be heard to the point where if they don’t blow your speakers, they’ll definitely blow your mind.
The almost hostile levels of power in their songs can be heard to the point where if they don’t blow your speakers, they’ll definitely blow your mind.
At the time of this article being published, Otoboke Beaver are embarking on a US tour on which I’m sure they’re making a name for themselves, however I can’t wait for their next project. After nearly 15 years of music, I think that the band have finally mastered that perfection combination of fun and absolute carnage (especially within their last album Super Champon) and I can’t wait to see where they go from here.
1.Nova Twins
As far as being patriotic goes, I can’t say I’m really your guy at all. However, when it comes to this next group, I can honestly say that I’m proud to say that England’s own Nova Twins holds the number one spot for my top female groups to look out for. These girls are absolutely crushing everything they do with their heavy instrumentals which are channeled through a complete arsenal of pedals to make sounds that I thought previously to be impossible. It all goes hand in hand with guitarist and lead vocalist Amy Love’s hip-hop/punk vocals.
It may sound like an exaggeration when I say that discovering Nova Twins could be compared to that of a life changing experience however I’m willing to go there for this band. After scrolling through the list of endorsers for Marshall amps, I stumbled upon a picture of two girls dressed like guitar hero characters absolutely rocking out on stage. I was intrigued however it wasn’t until the next day that I decided to look them up. It was by chance that I was wearing headphones the day that I discovered their song Antagonist for the first time. I mention this due to the fact that it made the high-pitched wails of Amy Love’s guitar in the opining riff that much more impacting, however nothing prepared me for the absolutely thunderous bass tone that erupted from Georgia South’s bass into my headphones. It felt as If my headphones were erupting, I had never experienced anything like it. For the whole day it was pretty much the only song I listened to. That’s the joy of Antagonist: you can’t just listen to it once. It requires at least two or three listens to get over the sheer cataclysmic event for your ears that is listening to that song.
It requires at least two or three listens to get over the sheer cataclysmic event for your ears that is listening to Antagonist.
Not only are Nova Twins absolutely rattling your ear drums, they’re also making history through their activism. Whether it’s through their “Voices For the Unheard” playlist highlighting alternative P.O.C. artists or their related limited edition record which all proceeds of record sales went directly to The Black Curriculum, Nova Twins are always using the attention they have for the right reasons. However, neither of these acts compare to their open letter to the MOBO awards calling for them to introduce a new Rock/Alternative category to their award shows. Clearly MOBO had listened as the next year we were given the first ever MOBO Best Alternative Music Act category.
Whether its making absolutely monstrous music or paving the way for future artists. It’s clear that these girls are ready to carry the torch for the alternative music scene and pave the way for artists in years to come and that’s why I think these artists deserve the number one spot.
So there you have it. Whether you like the violent and bashful sound of hardcore band Gouge Away, or the soft garage rock sound of L.A. Witch or even the skull-crushing tone of Nova Twins, there’s something for you in this list to prove that, as the old saying goes, the future is clearly female. With these acts taking the reins, we’re here for it.
Ticking off everything from electropop to metal, Indian folk music to club-ready dance numbers, the finale of Collier’s four-album extravaganza is eclectic even by his standards. It makes for a mightily impressive listen, even if the 26 featured artists might overwhelm even his keenest fans.
Now five albums into his career, it’s clear Jacob Collier is a once-in-generation musician. For anyone that’s been following him since he broke out via harmonically complex a capella covers on YouTube, that’s old news. In reality, it was clear from that very first album – Hideaway, toured solo with Jacob jumping around stage from drums to keys to double bass with the help of a loop pedal – that Collier isn’t like your average singer-songwriter, not even your average jazz musician. He plays everything brilliantly and effortlessly, all with Herculean powers of humility, and has an immense grasp of musical harmony in all its nuances. His insatiable urge to learn new instruments is matched by his appetite for a dizzying array of genres and a rare respect for music in all its nebulous forms: Djesse Vol. 4 has everything from choral ambience to cinematic pop and oppressive death metal – and that’s just track one. As a result, Djesse Vol. 4 is in turns awe-inspiringly virtuosic and discombobulating, as has Collier’s entire career up to this point.
This record, the final of a blockbuster four album cycle and the hardest of the four to pin down to one sonic palette, starts with Collier’s finest USP of recent years: the “100,000-person choir”. 2020’s Vol. 3 was followed by a world tour in which Collier perfected the art of ‘playing the audience’, orchestrating soul-stirring three part harmonies with hand gestures, often with improvisatory flourishes. Vol. 4‘s opener presents an astonishing overlay of audience recordings from every single concert on that tour (which means Undertone‘s voice is technically on this album too – there goes my impartiality). Moreover, 100,000 Voices is much more than just the heart-warming harmonies many Collier fans will have expected; soon Collier’s singing an up tempo pop anthem with an unusually unrestrained belt, a refreshing change from his usual choir boy undertones). He cuts through the chaos with a striking demand to “let me be happy! … let me be ordinary!” but alas, as with many a Collier song that has come before, he gets bored quickly, and soon he’s throwing in a distinctly unhappy and unordinary death metal interlude apparently just because he can.
There’s plenty of impatience elsewhere, but Collier’s core ideas are consistently solid. She Put Sunshine has a restlessly shifting electropop groove but a bulletproof hook and touchingly romantic lyrics at its heart; A Rock Somewhere is an utterly random yet atmospheric sitar interlude; in the other extreme, Witness Me features the definition of the Western pop mainstream in Shawn Mendes, and turns out to be a somewhat cheesy gospel pop number with a catchy chorus.
A common sonic thread is impossible to find in Djesse Vol. 4, but the record stands out in Collier’s discography by the unusually high number of actually comprehensible pop and rock songs. Lead single WELLLL debuted at Glastonbury and offered false promises of an incoming rock album, but it still includes impressively hard-hitting classic rock riffs for a musician that grew up singing Bach chorales in the living room with his family. Cinnamon Crush and Wherever I Go are both sumptuous R&B cuts, the latter containing a standout vocal performance from gravel-throated Clyde Lawrence. There’s also several much needed islands of calm. Little Blue, featuring a non-descript performance from Brandi Carlile, is serene to the point of being soporific. Summer Rain, instead, is the pick of the ballads, Collier showcasing the depths of his lovesick tenderness before a soaring, delightfully uncomplicated finale that evokes Coldplay in Fix You mode. It’s more proof that when Collier can successfully harness his immense talents into developing a single strong idea – like the Hulk trying not to smash everything he holds – the result can be stunning.
One gripe I’ve had of Collier’s albums so far is that he has an unfortunate habit of making the best song a cover. An orchestral All Night Long and a towering choral rendition of Moon River were the clear highlights of their respective albums, and a piano cover of Dancing Queen performed live in Stockholm remains on of the most affecting corners of Collier’s released discography. I’ve even made the claim that Collier is yet to create a genuinely great original composition, beyond perhaps Hideaway. Djesse Vol. 4 sets that right, but also includes another extravagant cover in Bridge Over Troubled Water, which foregrounds Tori Kelly’s extraordinary vocals. Unfortunately, the ample flourishes – namely Kelly’s bewilderingly ornate melismas – muddy the picture somewhat, and by the end it seems Collier has chosen showy vocal acrobatics over the simple beauty of the exceptionally well-written source material. Exceptional talent is useful at the right moment, but Bridge Over Troubled Water is an example of Collier’s difficulty in knowing where to practice restraint.
Given this album marks the end of the 44-song long Djesse series, Collier can at least be forgiven for indulging in a grand finale. Two-parter Box of Stars is the most Collier-esque piece he has ever produced, with each distinctive new guest vocalist wheeled in and out at a rate of knots. The result is, as Collier has admitted, utterly unperformable, since the guests’ rap verses and vocal flourishes are far too idiosyncratic for Collier to attempt, particularly given the variety of languages on display (Djesse Vol. 4 boasts featured artists from all seven continents – except Antarctica, but Collier claimed in an interview that there’s recording of Antarctic ice somewhere deep in the mix for good measure). Box of Stars Pt. 1 does at least boil down into a pulsating, hooky dance groove, although Collier only teases out four bars of it in its fully glory at the end of the song.
The very end of the Djesse experience, however, is a wonderful surprise. World O World is a choral hymn and nothing more – without even the drastic harmonic left turns that populate the many of Collier’s earlier choral pieces. Delivered with a gentle majesty akin to Hark!the Herald Angels Sing, the song is a poignant call to leave home and strive for something frightening and new. “Time is swift to come to pass / Nothing stays and nothing lasts,” the choir intones in buttery harmony, sounding not dissimilar to the a capella arrangements that launched 17-year-old Collier’s career in the first place. It’s a simple message, but it’s also perhaps the most deeply moving set of lyrics Collier has ever penned. As this anarchic album comes to a close with a final “goodbye”, all that’s left to wonder is just how Collier has found the time to attain such technical mastery in so many genres.
“When you become immersed in something that you care about in a deep, deep way, it doesn’t feel like practice any more,” Collier tells me, my friend Thomas and a few hundred others in a rammed Wardrobe on a Thursday night in Leeds. We’re here for an underpublicised album launch celebration, and in a Q&A section of a typically remarkable Jacob Collier gig. Surely the diminutive stage at the Wardrobe has never seen a performer of this calibre before. If four Grammys aren’t enough to go by (and the only time a British artist has won Grammys for all their first four albums), Collier soon provokes gasps by somehow playing guitar and piano simultaneously, this time without a loop pedal in sight. Later, he indulges in the musically literate crowd (he asks later to discover almost half of the audience attends Leeds Conservatoire), conducting his trademark audience choir, with added polyrhythmic clapping and impromptu covers. Constrained (mostly) to one instrument at a time, Collier’s renditions are far less overwhelming than the studio recordings, and melodies on some of Djesse Vol. 4‘s weaker tracks soon reveal their true beauty
Jacob Collier played to a rapt Wardrobe in Leeds.
What’s more, Collier is just an inspiring a speaker as musician. He has a knack of giving profound answers to tedious, surface level questions. For example, a somewhat technical question about harmonic dissonance (one of several such questions from a crowd hungry for just one percent of this genius’s powers) becomes a discussion on finding perspective in life. “Sometimes you might play one note over a chord and think ‘well that note doesn’t go at all’, but it’s not the note that’s wrong, it’s the chord. Whilst you can’t control the world’s ‘notes’, we can control the context within which we place those notes. We get to decide what matters. Music is a very great teacher.” Some may accuse nerdy young musicians of being in a Jacob Collier cult, but it’s hard not to become a convert when hearing him speak so eloquently about his life’s passion.
I’m not the first to want to put Collier’s music back in a box, to dream of a pop song with a verse and a chorus, or a jazz album that focuses on Collier’s seasoned piano improvisation skills, perhaps even an orchestral symphony. The wonderful thing about Collier is that he couldn’t care less. His stated, noble goal of Djesse was to simply experiment and learn about as much music as possible, recruiting world experts from T Pain to Anoushka Shankar, Chris Martin to Xhosa lyricist Kanyi Mavi, and the eclectic volatility of the resulting songs seem to indicate he has achieved his goals. Any Grammys that come along the way are nice bonuses. Later in the gig, one audience member asks him how to be successful, to which Collier advises the best measure of success is simply “contentment”. His best single piece of practical advice? “Don’t try to be cool, be warm.”
Louis Cole, Genevieve Artadi and an incredible collection of collaborators have crafted an album elevated far above any of their past music, shaping a promising future for the electronic funk duo, writes Matthew Rowe.
Agood few years ago I was playing GTA with some friends when I first heard F—k The Makeup, Skip The Shower on FlyLo FM, and ever since I have been obsessed with LA’s experimental funk duo KNOWER, the main driving factor for me getting into funk music (thank you rockstar). It has been seven years since Louis Cole, Genevieve Artadi and their array of ridiculously talented musicians released an album under KNOWER, but you can tell they never stopped.
Cole, Artadi and friends are often found touring with their respective bands and solo projects. For example, Louis Cole’s tours often include a full entourage of artists, having a huge overlap with those included in KNOWER FOREVER. This is evident with how tight all of the songs feel, with every member able to fit seamlessly into the funk pocket, no matter how convoluted some of the melodies are.
KNOWER FOREVER is the product of a band where each member has refined their act so finely that their sound has evolved significantly, moving from a more unhinged dubstep feel to well put together funk. As an album, this was a brave move from Cole and Artadi, releasing it on Bandcamp back in June before it got released on streaming services, but listening to it on Spotify, I wish I’d caved in and bought it via Bandcamp.
Admittedly, at first I was a little worried about how the album would turn out, and that the rest of the songs would struggle to hold a candle to the three released before the rest, those three being I’m The President, The Abyss and Crash The Car, all of which set the bar high. On the release of specifically the first two, they were all I could listen to for a good week. The risk of the rest not being as good was one of the reasons I was put off buying the Bandcamp version but now since the Spotify release, I can’t stop listening. This project is easily the best funk album I’ve heard this year and is in contention for my album of the year, alongside Black Country, New Road’s Live at Bush Hall.
This project is easily the best funk album I’ve heard this year.
KNOWER has always been known for pushing the boundaries of wacky and ridiculous, but I believe that in KNOWER FOREVER they have successfully balanced this with producing nicely subdued songs in comparison. In the previous album, Life, there were songs like The Government Knows and Pizza which I’m sure some people will miss, but I think it’s a very welcome change for them to focus more on the synergy of the band rather than making rather nonsensical music. The new sound is very similar to two of their most famous songs, Overtime, and Time Traveller, the Overtime live session being one of my favourite videos of all time.
In this project, it’s also clear that inspiration has derived specifically from Cole’s other endeavours. Louis Cole is part of a duo that goes by Clown Core and in It’s All Nothing Until It’s Everything it’s clear to see with the drum beat that it is heavily inspired by them. This album also hosts a wide range of musicians; despite being a project by Cole and Artadi, it feels more like a revolving collective of pure talent. On top of this, some big names have been bought in: Jacob Mann and MonoNeon, just to name a couple. The only problem I have with this project is MonoNeon’s lack of bass soloing on The Abyss and despite his insane bass lines, I was left feeling that there was untapped potential.
As a drummer, I love nothing more than hearing new Louis Cole tracks, and he delivered. I have found, after several hours of trying, that his sound is very tough to replicate. Every song on KNOWER FOREVER seemed to bring a different style with it, but I for one find it very impressive how easily he can fit technically complex drumming and fills seamlessly into the rest of the band without overstepping. This has developed with this album. In the past, in songs such as Like A Storm, the contrast with the melodic singing of Artadi clashed with Cole a bit too much, but the new album has perfectly mixed her vocals depending on the song. Pair this with Sam Wilkes’ stank-face-inducing basslines and Sam Gendel’s sax riffs; you can’t go wrong.
It’s not only Louis who displays range in his playing; the entire band is capable of completely different soundscapes depending on the song. Just in this one album, we are blessed with ethereal melodic songs that focus on the range of the soft-spoken lyricism of Genevieve, fast bouncy funk in Nightmare and hardcore dubstep funk in It’s All Nothing Until It’s Everything. The band’s ability to adapt to any subgenre is inspiring and gives me a lot of hope for the future of KNOWER.
The band’s ability to adapt to any subgenre is inspiring and gives me a lot of hope for the future of KNOWER.
One thing I really appreciate about this album is the use of the full house band. This is classic Cole: a house full of musicians, all somehow in perfect sync with each other. This has been done in the past, but to my knowledge, has never made it into a KNOWER album, often being made as fun projects after the songs have had official releases. This opens up a whole new dimension to the song I’m The President, making it more of an epic orchestra rather than just a band, and the result is all of these talented musicians coming together, with perfect mixing to help realise a song, that otherwise would have been incredible, but is greatly boosted up by the theatrics of the brass and choir.
KNOWER FOREVER was worth the seven year wait. Even though I only started listening to them after Life came out, I have been waiting to see what else they could do. This has set the bar very high for future projects, but if there’s a group of people who can maintain quality, it’s these guys. All members involved contributed greatly, and all of them had their chance to shine, creating solid music with well-suited solos. They are able to take on any genre they feel like, and I can’t wait to see what they’re going to do next.
A breathtaking title track is the climactic highlight of the Icelandic-Chinese artist’s second album, packed with enough gorgeous melodies and intricate orchestration to singlehandedly spur the revival of an entire genre.
TikTok has transformed the music industry in ways that are still becoming clear. Its sudden boom felt by everyone under the age of 30 has changed the emphasis for artists from writing well-rounded singles or albums for the expert ears of tastemaking radio DJs to coming up with marketable 20 second chunks to be listened to millions of times by many app users who may never hear the entire song. With the shortened time span comes new incentives for the artist – accessible hooks and instantly relatable lyrics will ensure instant results, and bright, funk-leaning pop music is the genre of the day (all the better to record a dance to). The big money in the now common phenomenon of charting TikTok songs has practically led to an entire new genre of Gen Z-pandering pop, doing away with bridges (no time for them in a short TikTok clip) and simply speeding up preexisting songs, providing an easy extra uptempo kick with the unfortunate side effect of giving the vocalist an uncanny chipmunk voice.
For that reason, the rise of Laufey Lín Jónsdóttir (say LAY-vay) has been improbable to say the least. Based in Los Angeles and London and with the unusual combination of Icelandic and Chinese heritage, she plies her trade in the notoriously unmarketable genre of vocal jazz, recalling classy melodies and smoky piano trio instrumentation that hasn’t seen mainstream attention for more than 50 years. She’s made steady progress on TikTok, posting quietly impressive performances on cello and guitar, each video invariably graced with her expertly enunciated vocals. A steady flow of new fans became a flood only in this past year with the viral success of Bewitched’s lead single, From The Start. An unusually peppy bossa number (Laufey once wrote that fast jazz makes her anxious), it was catchy enough to win the attention of the app’s mysterious recommendations algorithm and, a few months later, Laufey has the most-streamed opening week for vocal jazz album in history no less, a modest record to break given the lack of competition, but nonetheless a signifier of just how much Laufey is on her own when it comes to her preferred corner of jazz. Boundary-pushing instrumental jazz may continue to thrive both in the UK and the US, but for the moment it is Laufey alone who is fighting the corner of this more conservative, decidedly less cool subgenre with its familiar harmonies and straightforward melodies.
From The Start may be the song powering Bewitched’s success, but it’s just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to this album’s charm. Laufey already has a live album with the Iceland Symphony Orchestra under her belt, and at its best Bewitched shimmers with unashamedly elaborate flourishes of oboe and swelling waves of strings. California and Me is so densely orchestrated that London’s Philharmonia Orchestra gets an official credit, providing momentum to Laufey’s enchanting melodic meanders. Elsewhere, the classical elements of Laufey’s style are more intimate. Serendipity, perhaps the most charming of this album’s many waltzes, sees Laufey trade bittersweet melodies with a sonorous string section and pensive piano. On slinky bossa nova track Haunted the effect of the strings is more an atmospheric shimmer. “I swear to myself as he leaves at dawn / This will end ‘til he haunts me again,” Laufey confides to us, almost whispering before breaking out into a sublime passage of hummed scatting the likes of which the Top 40 Albums Chart hasn’t seen for decades.
The biggest joy of Bewitched lies in witnessing Laufey fall gradually ever deeper in love, song by song. “Boys just make me cry,” she announces resolutely in the delightful opener Dreamer, a classic swing tune with a classy vocal performance that would surely have impressed Ella Fitzgerald, Laufey’s most obvious influence. By Lovesick, though, Laufey’s determination to avoid boys at all costs has evaporated. The central moment of turmoil of the record, Lovesick is the closest thing Laufey has ever got to a rock song, even if the chugging electric guitar is buried under a web of heart-tugging strings and sustained piano chords. It also happens to include one of her strongest choruses to date, replete with beautiful lyrics delivered with an urgency that sounds somewhat out of place on this otherwise soft album, but nonetheless could be a promising sign of more daring genre-mashing to come for Laufey.
By the time we reach palate-cleansing piano solo piece Nocturne, it is clear Laufey is well and truly besotted. Swooning, helpless love is the mood that Laufey has dealt with most comfortably in her career to date and true to form these final six songs offer the most assured moments of Bewitched. Promise, a heartbreaking tale of a long-distance relationship, is exquisitely teased out before a barnstorming, despondent bridge (“I’ve done the math / There’s no solution / We’ll never last!”). Misty, the only jazz standard on the tracklist, is even more enthralling, with Laufey flexing her vocal jazz muscles in a tasteful performance, even if there’s no space for an instrument to take the limelight for a solo.
And then there’s the title track. Bewitched’s opening orchestral flourish could hardly be more ornate, with strings, woodwinds and horns all tumbling over one another as if soundtracking the magical arrival of a Disney princess. Instead, there’s the gorgeous, softly sung voice of Laufey and a lonely guitar. The melodies and chord progressions are nothing short of exquisite, and the gentle reentry of strings in the chorus feels like quietly slipping into a steaming hot bath. Complete with gorgeous lyrics about “the world [freezing] around us as you kiss me goodnight,” Bewitched is the most complete musical depiction of romance I’ve ever had the pleasure to hear. Like all the greatest love songs, Laufey not only describes her love but invites you to feel it too, with all its profound, all-consuming ecstasy and a nuanced tinge of risk when it comes to “bewitching” and “spells”. Laufey has lost herself in love just as the listener loses themselves in the artistry of the soaring strings and timeless melody. With Bewitched as an album closer, Laufey’s tale of falling in love is immaculately wrapped up with a fairytale ending. It’s the pinnacle of an album like no other in the pop charts today, although judging by the success of this new, unorthodox formula for TikTok riches, Laufey may not be alone in her niche for long.
