There is something feral about Sophia Garvey’s new single, a blend of pop accessibility and brooding alt-rock energies that reminds you that, no matter how much the way we make music has changed, rock and pop music, well, most music really, comes from an animal place. And that is certainly true here.
This is music made on the cusp of pop glamor and rock’s more predatory nature. The former comes at you with the equivalent of smeared eyeliner and costume jewellery; the latter echoes the primal scream at the heart of all dangerous music. Low-slung guitars roar, drums pummel, and the groove shifts between a motorik, krautrock drive and an alt-rock at its most modern and most marvellous.
This is the sound of someone demanding attention, but it is also the soundtrack to that sweaty, neon-drenched burst of energy as the dancefloor gets its second wind in the early hours, and as we all know, dancing is just the vertical expression of a horizontal desire.
It’s loud, abrasive, cocky, and cool, and all unashamedly so and draws a line from 80’s Madonna’s trashiest moments to The Libertines sonic squat squallor to the sticky dancefloor sound of Arctic Monkeys, “Let the Cat In” is a song that just follows the natural urges that define the spirit of rock and roll.
Sleaze sells, who’s buying? (Me, for one.)
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