The first time I heard this song I was riding on a cramped bus to upstate New York, and I particularly remember the way the feverish instruments—guitars striking like sharp lances, drums burbling with warlike intensity—lit up the drab scenery, making colorful curves and lacerations out of the rainy sky and flat, featureless greens. Yves’ vocals hang low in the mix, huddled under the instruments; “I put my guard up,” they say, as if they’re using the soundscape as a shield protecting their sonic flesh from prying eyes.
I’m not entirely sure what the cryptic lyrics are referencing, but I love the song’s eerily enchanting atmosphere and the angular post-punk inspo. It’s electric.
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