One of my favourite parts of the writing day is when a track falls in front of my pen and I immediately think WTF…. the “W” standing for where, as in where did this come from and where does it fit into the musical scheme of things. Most of the time, music is easy to predict, easy to place. For the most part, it follows existing lines and either conforms to generic rules or at least blends together recognisable building blocks.
That’s not the case with Higher Selves Playdate. Their music seems to be the result of the instrument box of a children’s nursery becoming sentient and making quirky pop when no one is watching. It is part indie intrigue, part art rock, and a whole lot of day-glo, daydream pop. And if you asked me to describe it again in 20 minutes, I would probably use completely different words.
Try this, and I mean no disrespect when I say this: imagine Talking Heads getting a job as a band of kindergarten entertainers after playing too many Wasuremono records. I mean, who wouldn’t want a slice of that?
A song about love, togetherness, and staying connected in the chaotic swirl of a world that is constantly trying to tear us apart, trying to separate us from the people who matter, it’s a breath of fresh air in a world that seems to be descending into conformity and darkness. Just don’t ask me to stick a pin in the musical map to show you where it belongs. It is what it is. It belongs wherever you think it does.
