I like the happy beats and high notes that pervade the whole album, how they sharply contrast the cynicism, depression, and desperation in the damn near hopeless lyrics. Cults's eponymous album is the orchestration of a painfully upbeat polarization.
Madeline Follin lends criminally cute vocals and somehow still can relate the anguish of brokenness in relationships and elsewhere. The duo redefine loneliness and self-loathing, in this song particularly, by pairing their especially unashamed and futile lines with the bubble-gum pop melodies heard throughout their album, that only decades ago were the sole match for vapid teen romance.
I like the happy beats and high notes that pervade the whole album, how they sharply contrast the cynicism, depression, and desperation in the damn near hopeless lyrics. Cults's eponymous album is the orchestration of a painfully upbeat polarization. Madeline Follin lends criminally cute vocals and somehow still can relate the anguish of brokenness in relationships and elsewhere. The duo redefine loneliness and self-loathing, in this song particularly, by pairing their especially unashamed and futile lines with the bubble-gum pop melodies heard throughout their album, that only decades ago were the sole match for vapid teen romance.