This is officially my favorite song in the world.
It is so fucking out there, it is so derailed, it is so… er, INTEMPERATE.
It is 3am in the morning and a woman is knocking back whiskey and railing at her life, “there’s too much fantasy” she says.
A bad break? Hard drugs? Late night it is morning and the woman is a mess but the advise Erica gives her is magnifent. And if there is irony to it I can’t hear it. If a rock star can’t suggest her fucked up friend invites “more excess”, who can?
The song is quiet but rocking, it’s end of times electronic, female pop: it is the way the reaction to a down depression evolves musically and hails her out of it.
Plus, lyrically: the singer is telling a story to us, but then she changes the role and starts singing with her own voice and the finishing of it, the glorious chorus? bridge? coda? is such a call to arm, call to living a lifestyle perhaps personofied in the rarified rock clubbing world in which Erica exists.
If I was a twenty something girl I would tattoo the lyric on my boobs.