The song itself is precisely what you might expect, story-wise – little Billy is a little boy, and what happens to him is about as heart breaking as can be. From a musical perspective though, this single is far from predictable.
The performance feels like a race down a highway, almost like Race to Neptune know they have the listener by the ears & can take you past your comfort zone. Abandon fashion, forget reservations & dance to this amazing EP while your brain races to the stars.
It’s interesting to hear the two artists – who seem so very different from one another – access the same moment of artistry. This is creativity at its most freely meandering & thoughtful.
The industry is right behind those acts that dress in dungarees with moustaches howling down the mic, which is great but I feel like we’re not introducing anything new. Time for a greek guitar slinger to stand & sing about KFC & Uber, don’t ya think 😉
The song has a simple composition. It uses electric guitar, bass & drums in a solid combination that promises you a good time, and delivers. The bass links the play of the drums & the grungy electric guitar with a liquid warmth that is also reminiscent of a quality found in Fitzgerald’s voice.
The point is that artists can’t just pick & choose what the muse is. It has to be uncovered. Then it becomes intentional. If the light bulb doesn’t go off in your head, don’t do it. Don’t write it or cover it unless you’re sure that it moves you.
The lyrics never fail to put forth the inner truths of the character at the forefront of the story, and in some respects, the general musicality of this release reflects that honesty & that struggle as well.
Placing lyrical weight into the darkness of negative space & emerging with an absolute & unspeakably heart-wrenching gift. I can’t say much more, it deserves to be heard first. More importantly, you owe it to yourself to hear it.
The guitar work is perfect, simple yet effective, instantly recognisable after even just a single listen. Soon enough, the song’s lyrics start to take hold, sinking in with the emotional depth of something incredibly real & heartfelt.
Authentic music will always find an audience. I really think there’s an appetite & pent up desire for something authentic, and I’m sure it’s out there somewhere. I’ve heard bands lately, and I can’t figure out why they bother. And don’t get me started on tribute bands.
From the kid in the basement trying to get the fingering just right on his new B.C. Rich, to the hardened metal-head listening for the thousandth time: Wicked World is bound to be the track kept on repeat for the better part of the summer, and kept at the top of the playlist for good.
I have serious doubts about the future of rock & roll. I don’t really hear anyone doing it. It’s a lot of DJs & rappish kind of stuff, singing to a backing track or jam bands & tribute/cover bands, which I don’t get at all. It’s like why would you go see people playing other people’s music?