So, I am watching “Working Moms” because it’s a very funny comedy and I recommend it, and suddenly there’s this tune like Grace Slick back in the 60s but lyrics that are definitely in the here and now because back then, you didn’t just say you were stoned, you made up some bullshit analogies that were kind of awful but who cares, everyone was stoned who listened to the music and when you’re stoned, EVERYTHING seems deep.
Oh my gosh, I LOVE this song. It has swagger from the get-go, like a smooth brighter version of the Black Angels and then there’s Natalie Rose Findlay with her voice, that voice, holy mother, this song is from 2014, how did I miss this? It found its forever home on Findlay’s debut album (and so far, only studio album) “Forgotten Pleasures”, which I guess, I have to really obsessively get into now (I took a few peaks and can just say: highly recommend for people who like very British, very loud indie music > it = me).
The song itself seems to be a patchwork of a messy on/off whirlwind romance, the kind I never had (luckily, I am not made for whirlwind) but watched a lot in indie movies and soapy dramas. The title suggests that all this takes place in the memories of the narrator who is – you guessed it – stoned and alone. Oh, to have such a life that you can look back at past romantic adventures and not cringe right back into the floor. Look, that sleazy electric guitar at the beginning alone and that epic big production politely weaving in and out in the background, like a looming storm making way for Findlay’s voice that’s like that really sharp fresh smell that the air has before all hell breaks loose and the raging sea comes down on everything. Oh, and it’s so fun, this song! It’s been a while since I’ve heard these cool, psychedelic bluesy heavy sounds, which … probably is my fault. If you like Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Jefferson Airplane and the Black Angels but with a dash of cheeky cheer and pop music, this will be a gorgeous discovery (if you haven’t already, if so: good for you).
Also, if you look for Findlay, don’t confuse her with the Google search result number one which is the University of Findlay, a private university in Ohio. And also, don’t confuse her with the Music page of the university because apparently, it has a non-audition choir open for all interested students. Yeah, Findlay the artist is 28, she doesn’t have a homepage like old people, she’s on insta (that snark is not meant for her, by the way, but for old crusty people like me who still have a BLOG in the holy year of 2020).