I'm changing the part of speech. Formerly a noun, now its verbage will include any action that implies plaid-wearing, dark gristly pianos and female voices both fragile and deeply terrifying. These two ladies take me back to the good ole days when some Fiona A's and Courtney L's were kicking ass in their combat boots while also wearing mesh tops and bubblegum-pink-lip-smackers a la Cher from Clueless. (Not to mention Portishead and Garbage were busy becoming some of the most innovative female-based alternative groups around.)
Since I've been without this blog so long it's been just that long since I've gotten to relish in late 90s nostalgia so indulge me a little with these two modern day bands rockin some barely-vintage styles I think we can all get on board with again:
The original version of this song never struck me as something with emotional depth but hearing it slowed down gives me chills.
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Similar but slightly less polished (in a fun way): Meg Myers. Brand new (and it shows) but I'm excited about what she'll do next, and not in a Lana-del-Ray kind of way but from a place of excitement reserved for raw musical emote-ing.