![]() I know a trick I’ve always got a few up my sleeveīut it’s still a charmer. If I stay do you think you could change your routine? You’re always back and forth like a clock on the wall But listen a little closer and you’ll realise something’s been off from the very beginning: You’d be forgiven if, even by the twentieth listen, you hear nothing on ‘Dizzy…’ but the innocent euphoria of young love. ‘Diazapam’ finds a mirror in ‘Dizzy on the Comedown’. It’s just a matter of time till you break from the strain I know one day I’ll come home and I’ll find you Sometimes I find I can hardly speak your name ‘Diazepam’ has guitars twinkling over it from start to finish, but it’s someone sinking into depression and worrying about how much of an emotional burden they are to their partner who they’re convinced will eventually have had enough and leave. ‘New Scream’ is a lot more subtle than ‘Diazepam’ and ‘Dizzy on the Comedown’ when it comes to talking about mental health, but the latter two hide these bleak references behind delightfully upbeat melodies. What if I don’t want a pattern on my lawn? Paranoid that I won’t have all the things they say I need Just another dream I had that’s better than my life Stay up through the night, sleep away the light I don’t want to wake up till the sun is hanging low In a world that’s progressively going to pot, ‘New Scream’ is an ode to adult ennui, to the obligation and pretense that ‘everything’s ok’ when clearly, evidently, it is not: If anything, the angsty kids of the 90s have grown into the still-angsty adults of the 2000s. And why should it be? It’s 2020 and we’re no longer deluded enough to believe that ‘angst’ is a phase reserved for frustrated teenagers. Like the 90s, it pits impossibly cheery melodies against lyrics that are nothing short of tragic or, of course, angst-ridden.īut this isn’t your garden variety existential, adolescent angst. Though it is never overtly implied, the throwback hangs heavy in lyrics like carelessly you pass the hours, humming songs you used to sing when you were young as well as in familiar themes of anxiety and frustration. It is a vial of nostalgia that hasn’t aged a day since 1994 – which is impressive because it was released in 2015. The strength of Peripheral Vision lies in the indisputable fact that it is perfect. My dawdling has meant that I’m way too late to the release party but I’ve made up for that lapse by listening to it incessantly since then. At this point, the shoegaze universe had moved way past ‘giving a sign’ and gone straight to ‘we’re going to have to hit her with the signboard.’ (it’s super effective, btw)Ĭoincidentally, yet unsurprisingly, all three songs are off Turnover’s iconic album Peripheral Vision. Yet my idiot future/present (and now also past) self needed to be struck by ‘Dizzy on the Comedown’ before making any sort of move towards further exploration. It turns out that not only had my past self already made a note of ‘Diazepam’, she had also had the good sense to add ‘Humming’ to the list. I turn to my trusty parchment, yellowed with age and crumbling to dust, and raise my quill – but wait! what’s this? Staring back at my myopic eyes is the name Turnover, already inscribed not once but TWICE! I dont think either of us enjoys meeting new people. ![]() I appreciate this, let’s be friends, but please stay where you are. If you think I am lying to myself, you are correct, and have been paying attention. One eternity later, still listening to DKFM, I find myself captivated by a dreamy little song that I learn is called ‘Dizzy on the Comedown.’ I see that it is by a band called Turnover that I have obviously never heard of before, because if I had I would surely, definitely, 100% have looked into them immediately. One of the tracks written on this loved-but-not-consulted scrap of paper is ‘Diazepam’ by Turnover – a song I heard more than once on DKFM, duly noted/confirmed on my list each time and did not research any further for reasons I can only ascribe to the non-existence of free will (just roll with it, Sartre). ![]() spilled cups of milky tea, inkstains, and general wear and tear from natural forces of erosion. It’s a list written on actual paper and therefore prone to the vagaries of the physical world eg. my desperate yet passive listening habits mean I’ll blank on it even if it does find its way to my headphones.ĭespite the hopelessness of the situation, I do keep a tiny, irregularly updated, and frequently overlooked list of bands/tracks that have caught my attention.it’ll be drowned in the infinite deluge of daily new releases.I dont even know why I bother to keep up with new music when:ī) we all know I’m going to miss out on whatever’s really meaningful because: ![]()
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