Lollie drifts by means of “Tulips“, each observe stretching out like mist over water: low, sluggish and seeming to come back in from each route. A piano loop tiptoes in to begin issues off. It circles in on itself and measures house in sluggish, deliberate pulses. Someplace behind it, a ghostly string observe 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 stress. 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 might be left to wither and affords apologies for the harm that she has triggered others previously. And as she does, the sobering acceptance in her voice sits heavy in your chest.
Close to the top of “Tulip” nearly the whole lot drops out like a flooring giving means. There’s simply the haunted piano, that string observe, 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.