Remember Björk? If you didn't worship her, I bet you thought she was weird. But the more you watched, listened and learned, you couldn't turn away from her mystifying, musical offerings.
So when I discovered Annie Clark of St. Vincent, it felt nostalgic. I honestly wanted to click "X" to escape the window in the first few seconds of "Rattlesnake," but I managed to listen right through the end.
And then replayed. Twice.
What was happening to me? What was I even listening to? I would consider myself an open-minded music appreciator, but this? This was unlike anything I've heard.
For skeptics, this is less like music and more like animated background noise that could easily be featured in the "Wing Mario Over the Rainbow" level of Super Mario 64. I can hear my mom already yelling at me to turn off my "drug" music. It is trippy, but it'll grow on you just like Icona Pop's "I Love It (I Don't Care)."
Annie Clark has a glorious air about her and a penchant for revolutionizing the guitar, an ability that could have been influenced by her jazz guitarist uncle, Tuck Andress. With "Rattlesnake," listeners are treated to her hypnotic outbursts, ones that embody the complete submergence of her self into her music. She sings and speaks from her toes, with every lyric bearing so much weight that it had to have been born from deep within her.
"The only sound out here is my own breath,
And my feet stuttering to make a path
Am I the only one in the only world?"
Maybe there is some underlying truth to my extraterrestrial proposal — Clark may in fact sound alien-like to drive her point home. What's your take, readers? And if you're a St. Vincent fan, why do you love their music? Leave a comment below. And although I recommend listening to the track first, you can watch Clark in all her glory below.
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