Blistered Voices.

The song, Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge. Two years ago, I would have disliked this song with a passion. Like, hated it to its core. And that’s because I had no taste two years ago.

It's an absolute masterpiece. It starts with this oddly upbeat, cymbal sounding drumming. Coming in with this distant scratchy plucking; as if it was being played through a tube. A sound I can’t quite place kicks in. Like a version of the plucking, clearer but still just out of reach. A deep, heart-sinking base settles in, as the plucking ceases. Then the best part; the first lyric. “Got a big plan, this mindset maybe it's right.” Sung in this gruff monotone voice, it stuns you for a beat. The base is profound and startling; like shaking a massive sheet of metal, bringing it down a couple octaves and playing it with a guitar. It seamlessly matches the robotic voice. Along with the lyric; “It's cute in a way, till you cannot speak,” it begins to ramp up as the plucking returns. Pressure builds and builds. Sad, ghost-like harmonising plays. Lyrics hit the chorus. “I want to hold you close.” Emotion drips from the instruments as we climb up to the climax. The eerie voice, the ominous raw voices harmonising, the hunger, the yearning, the need in his virtually emotionless voice. Exposed, harsh thirst. The voices, blistered and sore. Singing their desperation; Their love; no, not love. Something sick. Something dark. Absolute carnal obsession.

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”