Good Lord. Pretty sure this one will be unlike anything you’ve heard today, and don’t know if I can describe it and do it true justice but okay….Sarah’s vocal is a complete and utter scenery chewer, occupying every inch of the song, leaving no oxygen whatsoever, a combination of an angsty Chrissie Hynde, a demented Beth Orton, and a drawling King Krule, sprinkled with some Bjork-ian inflections. It’s a desperate, mascara running, teetering on the edge of sanity, soul flayed open lament that sounds like it’s playing at the wrong speed. In other words, it’s amazing.
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