The title of Girl Wilde’s “if love skips this lifetime, i’ll die in my room” is appropriately melodramatic. It expresses the moment of aching, soul deep collapse of the psyche in reaction to unfulfilled yearnings, perhaps spurred by imagined or actual rejection, and the searing and gutting disappointment that can hit you hard when it feels like you had built up real feelings for someone that you felt were reciprocated only to find out that for whatever reason the situation wasn’t what you were hoping, to the point of belief, it would be. And the crashout into conviction that it’s never going to happen for you with enduring overwhelming feeling that you’re someone who is just going to give up until the next great, cosmic go around. The song is awash in afterglow melodies, stuttered and staggered, glitchy rhythms, vocals that are hushed and poignantly melancholically exhausted and at times processed into auto-tuned disassociation. It’s the kind of sound that makes sense when you’re trying to really feel out the moment in all its painful manifestations all at once to get through this moment you know will end but feels like it never will. Listen to “if love skips this lifetime, i’ll die in my room” on Spotify and follow Girl Wilde at the links provided.
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