Lollie drifts by means of “Tulips“, each word stretching out like mist over water: low, gradual and seeming to return in from each course. A piano loop tiptoes in to start out issues off. It circles in on itself and measures area in gradual, deliberate pulses. Someplace behind it, a ghostly string word hovers within the air stretching minutes into one thing longer. The rhythm slips in like a seasoned lunch desk drummer – fists, palms, and a pencil serving up a head-nod beat.
Our songbird’s voice strikes in its personal time whereas carrying that very same pressure. Her tone is like winter air, breath-lined and distant sufficient to really feel untouchable. There is not any speeding or overreaching – simply the quiet weight of feeling watched and picked aside. “Oh, they wanna carry me down in deep / They all the time look so proud to be.” Lollie goes on to sing about tulips left on doorsteps which are left to wither and affords apologies for the damage that she has precipitated others prior to now. And as she does, the sobering acceptance in her voice sits heavy in your chest.
Close to the tip of “Tulip” nearly the whole lot drops out like a flooring giving method. There’s simply the haunted piano, that string word, and the singer’s breath turning into crystal vapor throughout. The bittersweet hook settles in for the street forward and Lollie carries on with out wanting again.
