Women
It's like a good hangover
I am of the opinion that anyone who has ever tried to drag themselves out of bed after an all-night bender in an attempt to get through a day will have blighted flashbacks when listening to Black Rice by Calgary-based Women. I’m hard pressed to remember hearing a song which embodies that pounding, miserable, unfortunate state with such acumen, as accidental as it may or may not be.
Just as the fuzzy tumult of the previous evening fades into the merciless egging of a new day, so does the static of the song’s opening by way of insistent, bitter guitar notes. A little glockenspiel teases irreverently, like some kind of sardonic “promise of a new day” taunt, knowing full well in what lamentable state you’re in. As the guitar shifts to some thrumming chords, the whole song plods along ponderously with heavyhanded bass throbbing thickly, as if each measure, each step, was weighed down with splitting effort, finding only temporary relief in the moment before the next step was painstakingly taken. Its cunning yet unmistakable 1960s rock influences flare preciously with a glaucous tint, pinpointed by a psychedelic guitar reverberating in the background, like a nagging hum echoing off the walls of your skull.
And yet, despite everything it entails, there is no doubt in your mind that you would do it all again in a heartbeat, just to feel that seething, living moment once again. Only now, you can do so with a song, instead of drinking yourself into a stupor.
MP3: Women - Black Rice
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