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9/10 dropps
4AD; 2011
Ever since St. Vincent (born Annie Clark) entered the sonic stagescape she has carried with her an eclectic, rosy-red moxie. Having been in the ornately dressed, baroque-instrumented families of Polyphonic Spree and Sufjan Steven, St. Vincent utilized her time steeped in dramatic dexterity to secrete her own self-sufficient forte. 2007 birthed her solo debut, Marry Me, and 2009, Actor. The welding of imagery (in the form of erudite poetry) and technology (in the form of guitars, synth, and an arsenal of foot pedals) is where St. Vincent evinces expression of her humanity in the midst of a collective conscious – in an effort to snarl at suffocation and estrangement. With this, she give us Strange Mercy [4AD].
As the suave, sound engineer that she is, St. Vincent, once again, captains her creativity through a sea of digital-synth waves and drafts off the tempest of her blushing, orchestral arrangements. The opening track, “Chloe in the Afternoon”, asserts the artist’s grit-n-gritty mien blending a Close Encounters ambiance with jazz riffs and variegated undulation. “Cruel” and “Surgeon” were the first vivid peaks through the keyhole for Strange Mercy, as “Cruel” assays the ironless qualities of the unfortunate through airy, snappy guitarwork, and “Surgeon” takes St. Vincent (and all of her groovy, loop-lathered licks) under the knife.
These operations make her canorous dynamic seem as easy as a routine checkup. The album’s flow is keenly balanced with unbridled allegro on “Chloe in the Afternoon”, “Northern Lights”, and “Hysterical Strength.” Distinguished largo pulses on beats of “Year of the Tiger”, “Dilettante”, and the title track “Strange Mercy,” where the emotive scene, “I’ll be with you lost boys / Sneaking out where the shivers won’t find you” is experienced. All in all, the punctuated-by-music lyrics: “I don’t want to be a dirt eater no more / I don’t want to be a cheerleader no more”; “Gotta get young quick / Gotta make this last / If it makes me sick”; and “Oh America / Can I owe you one?” exemplify St. Vincent being cognizant of abject moments that were once desires, but are now seen to her as needing strange mercies.
– Zach Frimmel
Thu Sep 15