Hearing the song “Spinning Bottles” for the first time, images and emotions will flow like liquor. Anyone living alongside someone with a drinking problem can related to “pacing the floor,” “checking the time,” and “Another night of no sleepin’,” and will no doubt hope their loved one doesn’t “drive.” The most powerful images “She’s all cried out on the kitchen floor” and “He’s passed out on the bathroom floor” are juxtaposed against each other in alternate choruses, emphasizing the pain fraught on each person.
This song is lyrically driven and instrumentally subdued with repetitive piano chords that mimic the repetitive nature of drinking—bottle after bottle after bottle. A sparse sprinkling of piano notes creeps in before the plaintive, low strings build subtly toward the chorus. Never do you hear a bass or drums as they aren’t needed. The vocals do most of the work because it’s a human song about human anguish that asks the question, “Will it end?” and all too often the answer is, “Nobody knows. . . “
Hearing the song “Spinning Bottles” for the first time, images and emotions will flow like liquor. Anyone living alongside someone with a drinking problem can related to “pacing the floor,” “checking the time,” and “Another night of no sleepin’,” and will no doubt hope their loved one doesn’t “drive.” The most powerful images “She’s all cried out on the kitchen floor” and “He’s passed out on the bathroom floor” are juxtaposed against each other in alternate choruses, emphasizing the pain fraught on each person.
This song is lyrically driven and instrumentally subdued with repetitive piano chords that mimic the repetitive nature of drinking—bottle after bottle after bottle. A sparse sprinkling of piano notes creeps in before the plaintive, low strings build subtly toward the chorus. Never do you hear a bass or drums as they aren’t needed. The vocals do most of the work because it’s a human song about human anguish that asks the question, “Will it end?” and all too often the answer is, “Nobody knows. . . “