Archive for April, 2018
Carla Geneve is Perth’s next great hope, just nineteen years old and full of wild promise. I recently came across a state municipal report which stated that Western Australia had abandoned mining income in favour of capital investment in Carla Geneve stocks. And I’m no financial advisor but let me give you this piece of (financial) advise- you’d best do the same. The profit & loss graph looks like the sort of gradient that would be horrific to walk up and she knows her way around pharmaceuticals so we’re looking at some real short term dividends. First hand witnesses tell me that her performance at the WAMI’s was packed to the brim and talked about through the entire conference but that’s not the evidence you need. Listen to this absolutely song here. Greg’s Discount Chemist, is Carla’s… fourth maybe (?) song so far. She dropped three in batch a year ago but this feels like her moment with a quickened influx of fans following in the track’s wake. It’s wonderfully local in its lyrics and tone, and clever in the way it delivers turn of phrase (I’ve heard she doesn’t like her own line in “wish I could kill time but times killing me” but it is, of course, excellent). When the track breaks down to that lax baseline at the 1:45 I’ll tell ya, I damn near wept out the Yakult I’d just drunk and wouldn’t that just have been a damn waste of some good probiotics? It’s so beautifully earnest and she could read me my pacemaker manual and I’d still be riveted. Viva Geneve.
B-B-BONUS BEAT! That’s right, your favourite segment is back and with it comes a remix built around that bridge bassline from the Carla Rae Jepsen track above. You don’t get this on musicfeeds, I’ll tell you that for free.
I am not coping with this Marcus Whale cover of Troye Sivan’s ‘My My My!’. Not at all. All the coins have fallen out of my pockets, my umbrella has blown inside out, my headphones have become incredibly tangled and my laces are an undone spaghetti mess. I’m a total shambles. Marcus has taken what is unarguably a monstrous pop song and amped up the monstrous to make it both melodic and crushing in the one moment. I’m almost disappointed when it ends in that I want it to billow into even thicker chunks of noise. He’s playing some shows soon and word on the street is that he might even be working on some new music or whatever I don’t know. I don’t need new music, I just need this. What a titan.
When I first heard this thing it hit me harder than the Taronga zoo branded slap bands that my daughter keeps inexplicably losing, forcing me to purchase yet more slapbands. Harder than slapbands and harder even than the recurring cost of slapband repurchase. These are zoo gift shop slapbands too, objectively the best and most expensive slapbands. Harder than that.
Not because the beat was particularly chunky, though immaculately produced by Sydney hip-hop monster (and Godriguez collaborator) Stackhat and not because that voice is weighty and beautiful both. It hit me because right from the outset, this damn song kept reminding me of my own mortality. I mean the thing opens with a ticking clock, interposed into the production throughout the track so that you might never forget your impending doom. It’s all part of the semi-nihilist tides moving beneath the song, declaring that we’re all just matter. But there’s an optimism too, signalled halfway through the song with Nardean’s laughter and the ‘that’s a good thing’ tempo change. That’s the point at which Nardean starts to paint scenes of mortal beauty, things that are lovely even if fleeting. And please do not sir even begin me about the bit where she flows upward in pitch like a reverse vocal waterfall (low gradient obvs).
It’s wonderful structure and songwriting and lyricism and vocals and production and I just don’t know if I’ve heard another Australian song of the same finished quality in 2k18. There have been some wonderful and unique artists thus far but this is a holistic monster, the real deal, every box ticked. You could submit this for a US visa and they wouldn’t even request further justification, you’d be sorted.
Don’t ask me who she is or where she’s come from, you can scope Nardean’s socials for that side o things. I’ll tell you though, her future is where I’ve cast my eyes. There’s a full LP in the works (completed even?) made possible through an Australia Council grant and I’m quietly optimistic of more as good as this.
Artists you need to know rn
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| 2. Voidhood | |
259 | 3. jamesjamesjames | |
186 | 4. Zan | |
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| 5. Sesame Girl | |
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