NOBODY uses the word “hailing” anymore when someone comes from or starts out [in a certain city/state/country/place]. Especially in terms of Quinn harkening (??) from London, Ont. Especially in her newest track “What I Knew.” She ain’t too enthusiastic about coming from anywhere, maybe. To be honest, I don’t know her, but I’m WAY into the lax-wave she’s fronting in this video (made by internet’s biggest crush, Molly Soda). And going along with most of Molly’s OTHER visual works online, Quinn’s lyrics fit parallel in terms of feminism that doesn’t dictate a need for power, but just doing what-ever-the-fuck (WETF). The vocals are more of a dead give away of this WETF vibe than the (video) frame these ladies are being possessed/catpured within, as in the lyrical contemplation of knowledge, or in Quinn’s words, “What I Knew.”
The most welcoming part of both Quinn’s breathy lyrics and Molly’s art: it’s completely non-threatening in slightly drastic ways. For example. Or just Quinn toying with the notion of mentality and it’s lasting ability to remember a familiarity with someone (i.e., “you”), but noticing when “you” faltered in habit of personality. Also, the video is straight-up girl party, so what? Fuck on the way cake is being eaten here. It’s worth ever finger-licking morsel. Juuuuuuuuuuuuust kick dance:
• Quinn: http://quinnread-baxter.bandcamp.com
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