…Now, you may be asking yourselves why wasn’t there a post on Friday. Well, this is Friday’s post. Why is it on a Monday?
Let’s talk about U.S. Girls!
U.S. Girls made nine albums. NINE ALBUMS! I’ve just heard about Meg Remy, the head of the project, a couple of months ago, how long was she around? The answer is 2008. It took ten years to even listen to a single thing she has done. I just started high school in 2008! She doesn’t even live in the U.S. anymore, but if you’ve been using the band name for that long, you might as well keep it. In all seriousness, there are quite a few people who have made many albums before they reached any sort of attention outside of their respective niches, and I will possibly talk about one of them in the near future. In any case, I do hope she gets more attention as her latest album, In a Poem Unlimited, is fantastic. It’s a combination of a lot of different sounds ranging from noise-pop, art rock, art pop, art art, I don’t know. It’s a fascinating style that she uses…it’s a shame that the song that I fell in love with is not actually all that drastically unusual.
From U.S. Girls, I’ve decided to go with the more straightforward Rosebud, a song about self-reflection even when it’s difficult or painful. I feel like it would be far more productive of me to talk primarily about the more experimental songs from the album but Rosebud is the one that gets stuck in my head and I keep going back to the album solely for it. Imagine how confusing it would be if I said “Yes, this gets me going in life, now let’s ignore it for something else.” It’s a little strange, is all I’m saying. I’m guilty for having a preference for songs that do a lot with very little and I also love lyrics that can tell a minimalist story or evoke an emotion. The idea of looking into yourself to understand to help yourself and others understand you speak to me in a practical sense. Maybe in another time, I might find it quaint or uninteresting, but I can only see it as I am now. On a less philosophical note, the vocals are excellent in this song, especially in the latter half where she feels like she’s opening up to the world. Remy has a very unique voice, but this song is where she gets very close to being an indie Madonna. The music in itself is very bluesy with a few guitar riffs making the backbone for the song. Maybe it’s not the most dramatic song choice, but it stands out to me and I love everything about it.
Does the sea not flow through your membranes? How about this:
Velvet 4 Sale, the first song in the album, is Remy at her most experimental. It’s honestly a little difficult to discuss how it goes. It has a distorted guitar solo, a robotic vocal delivery, and a menacing atmosphere. The song is about a woman who has been abused by a man in some matter and the narrator pushes her to fight back.