Bella Koshka
Or how taking too much vacation time is bad for the attitude
Be warned: I’m still in the process of plugging myself back into reality after such a long vacation. Taking that much time off can really mess with you, give you a sense of freedom which you don’t fully realise you’ll have to trade in once it’s wholly and truly impossible to keep to the roads. Once stuff catches up with you and you capitulate into returning home, the deadlines and demands and projects seem somewhat insignificant and pointless.
Maybe that’s why Bella Koshka’s beautifully stricken Coma is pushing all the right buttons with me. Bitter cord-plucking sets the tone for the song, a plaintive and enamouring song, thriving off the inconsolable mewl of traditional Eastern European violins, and dramatized by the ominous boom of a bass drum, above which Laura Boland’s wistful, dreamy vocals yearn in perfect broken romanticism. But this airy, baroque vista has a story tell, one which pushes itself into becoming frustratingly desperate with the jangling echoes of guitars building up to a wrenching, broken flourish, dishearteningly striving for something unachievable, purposefully failing to break into a truly elevating escape.
Then again, maybe I’m being too melodramatic. After all, I really did miss writing here. It’s just been so long since I had a summer which felt so, well, endless.
MP3: Bell Koshka - Coma
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