Jordan’s ability to feel everything so deeply is what previously made her feel like she was dying, but by the end of the album she shows it’s also what has given her the strength to move on with her life. “Gotta grow up now, no I can’t keep holding on to you anymore,” she sings, while a subtle string arrangement creeps in like the first glimmers of sunlight after a storm. I was in an ice cream shop and Heat Wave was playing and I've been in love ever since. “Thought I’d see her when I died,” Jordan sings, briefly flirting with oblivion, “Filled the bath up with warm water, nothing on the other side.”īy the final song, “Mia,” though, Jordan will have begged, bargained, languished and at last begun to accept reality. “When did you start seeing her?” Jordan asks on the breathtaking “Headlock,” a perfect distillation of the step forward that “Valentine” represents in all aspects of Jordan’s songwriting: clear, direct language and wrenching melody used in the service of vivid emotional truths.
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Jordan’s lyrics are full of unanswered questions (“Isn’t it strange how it’s just over?”), and on a song like the acoustic reverie “Light Blue” she is not afraid to augment them with chords that, too, hang in the air unresolved. She often sounds like she’s just been crying, or maybe still is, and “Valentine” gives off the overwhelming effect that you are listening to someone moving through feelings in real time - that the album itself is an immediate expression of raw, unprocessed grief.Īt one point when Jordan was growing up in Baltimore, Timony was her guitar teacher, and she seems to have inherited (and filtered through her own unique ear) Timony’s fascination with unusual chords and a certain husky grain in her voice. Im so tired of moving onSpending every weekend so far goneHeat wave, nothing to doWoke up in my clothes having dreamt of. Jordan’s voice has changed since “Lush” it’s become hoarse, feral and absolutely heartbreaking. “Sometimes I hate her just for not being you,” Jordan, now 22, admits on the slinky single “Ben Franklin,” a song that finds her feigning a blasé attitude but almost immediately folding and admitting that she’s a “sucker for the pain.” On the sharply affecting “Automate,” which lurches uneasily forward like someone fumbling for a light switch, Jordan paints a piercing picture with a few simple words: “Red lips, dark room, I pretend it’s you, but she kissed like she meant it.” Pre-order it here.More explicitly than “Lush,” though, “Valentine” is unequivocally an album about women loving women - as well as women leaving women, and women occasionally trying to numb heartbreak via dalliances with rebound women. EDIT: Was expecting to see some severed heads at the end.
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It’s the Mighty Ducks continuation you didn’t know you needed.Ġ6/06 New Haven, CT College Street Music HallĠ6/07 Brooklyn, NY Music Hall Of WilliamsburgĠ6/09 Asbury Park, NJ Asbury Park BrewingĠ6/28 San Francisco, CA Swedish American HallĠ7/16 Montreal, QC L’Escogriffe Bar Spectacle Favorite rhythm section in indie right now, lush guitar tones, plus Jordans voice.
She starts off by just playing simple air hockey though, sullen and alone, before getting sucked through the board, where she has to fend off a team of men, getting bloodied and battered throughout. The song comes attached to an excellent video, which was directed by Brandon Herman and finds Jordan revisiting the (not too long ago) time when she played on her high school’s men’s ice hockey team. For Jordan’s part, she’s ready to find something a little more reliable: “I’m feeling low/ I’m not into sometimes.” Jordan plays the part of bitterly defiant, and she gets her licks in with style: “I hope the love that you find/ Swallows you whole-ly/ Like you said it might,” goes one of the best lines, wishing the same wrenching fate upon whoever the former partner picks up next. Listen to the sound that Snail Mail ‘s Lindsey Jordan pulls from her instrument about a minute into Heat Wave, right after the first verse: a quick, sharp sting, like lightning or a summer. Her feelings on the relationship shimmer and shift, caught up in the exhaust of a sweaty summer day stuck inside.
Part of it is genuine remorse at the loss of a relationship, but it’s also partially the boredom that comes with a day where it’s too hot to do anything, when you let your imagination run wild. “Heat wave, nothing to do/ Woke up in my clothes having dreamt of you,” she sings in the first verse, trying to move on from a love that didn’t want to commit long-term. Today, Lindsey Jordan is sharing the LP’s second single, “Heat Wave,” and it’s sticky and humid, much like the unbearable situation that Jordan finds herself wrapped up in. Last month, Snail Mail announced their debut album, Lush, with “Pristine,” which topped our list of the best songs of the week back when it came out.
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