The musical textures on this track are remarkable. There is a wooden sound to the acoustic guitar, electronic hand claps, distorted singing as if a Zoom call is freezing.
The lyrics are playful too; the opening lines are so simply condensed they operate like a Zip file: “18 plugged in and out of touch/ I think sometimes I think too much/ Self diagnosed with self sabotage.” One thought is falling on top of the other, meaning merges to create a sense of spacelessness. Everything is becoming 2D and so the yearning to return to childhood and wide open space becomes a new non-presence.
This song is probably more relevant than it has ever been. While we have been staying at home due to government restrictions, our sense of reality is under severe pressure. The enormity of what is happening in the outside world compounds the virtual reality of the internet like never before.
There is no resolution yet. Just the interchange of images & feelings in an eternal loop. Only a desire for ‘something real’ opens up the possibility of change.
