Well I must say that this track took me by surprise. I don’t know whether it’s this subtle waning hangover or the unexpected trap-shake in this song, but whatever it was it worked. I’ve had this on repeat all morning and I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon. Snow is melting outside my window and the weather is bitterly cold, and I have a considerable amount of laundry to do today, but that can all wait because I want to rock out to this song just a little bit more.
This is a track that snatches you up, grips you, and then slowly but assertively lets you go. At first I thought this was a Lana del Rey song in disguise – the ambient opening is just waiting for her distinctive croon to massage it. Then Alex Young brings in a beat, some clicks, and the track’s original killer piano chord hits. Madeline Follin’s girlish airy spoken-sung vocals melt into the soundscape before Young takes us to space. It’s a magical moment in a song when just a melody can bring you up. The come down is just as magical, if not euphoric. It’s here where the whole trap genre is flipped. Instead of a deep minimalist bass boom and lustful tensions and releases, Young spins the trap through the cosmos by letting the piano do the basses work and the synths bounce through time. It’s not dark nor is it heavy. It’s trap for the light-hearted. Trap for the chill minded. Chill-trap? Chill-trap. I plan on staying in its grips all afternoon.