Gauzed

Listening to the Cocteau Twins’ abridgment, Lullabies to Violane, it’s evident how at one point the members fall to “addiction” (via wikipedia, y’all). Syrupy vocal melodies glaze over the heavily treated guitar and reverbed drum mechanics, making for an incredibly narcotic mix and – no, (embarrassingly) I didn’t know this before I heard today – the reason My Bloody Valentine exists. Talking extremely heavy music for how light and fluffy it tries to purport – the debilitating mixture isolates as only stop dead-in-yr-tracks music can. It could be how delicate the melodies are: it could be how simple/perfect the musicianship is. Or it could simply be the siren’s wail heard herein is something that the heart cannot handle and, inexplicably, wordlessly, gives everything impossible weight.