Impassionately pronounced from the comfort of a Chaise longue, the Derbyshire born straight-talker has canned the crux of frustration into 3 and a half deliciously earnest minutes.
Humans are creatures of habit, we’re animals after all. Just as it takes us 20 years or more to mold our personalities, we’re also developing behaviors that will forever be ingrained in our DNA. Unfortunately, some of those traits come at a detriment, but trying to conquer their grip is harder than a woodpeckers lips, an idiom Sophie Kilburn knows all too well.
‘I’m addicted to tension’ she says, ruminating over her innermost presentiments. It takes guts to admit to shortcomings, and in this self-prescribed release of catharsis Kilburn has become the orchestrator of her own therapy. The what ifs and could have beens are dismantled and reconstructed into the 90’s indie-pop penchants of snare triggers and gated reverb, framing an alluring blast from the not so distant past. It’s polished, honest and aesthetically rich, all the while camouflaging an undercurrent of emotive ambience. Ironically, the hook draws the breath ‘gotta get outa here’, and yet I feel like staying within its enchanting melee for as long as possible.
In a manner so forthrightly charming, this modern tale of platonic love tenderly tugs at the heartstrings, serving as a poignant reminder that our flaws define us, and that it’s okay to limelight them.
“It was lockdown number two, and I was annoyed at myself for killing yet another plant and the story of the song just fell from my frustration. When you go to therapy, you are trying to understand your emotions and behaviours. Sometimes that digging causes confusion, you start to project feelings, like your longing to fall in love, onto a person who ‘gives you the time of day’. It is quite a morbid thought that the only person who you feel who gets you and you can share anything with, is your therapist. They know everything about you, and you know nothing about them but the consistency of being emotionally intimate with them causes feelings to grow to the point of breaking point. What started off as an extreme, slightly comical idea quickly started to make a lot of sense, especially when I found falling for your therapist is a common thing. I didn’t write the song to shock or to be angsty. I am just calling it out for what it is to open a dialogue. At the end of the day, we all want to be heard, appreciated, and loved and if someone makes you feel like you are, it is bound to cross boundaries.”
Just as plants depend on nitrogen for growth, our down-to-earth protagonist throws light on the fact that recognition in any context is an essential nutrient, a sentiment we can all not only agree with, but admit that we’ve still feel, and for that we owe Kilburn a certain amount of gratitude.