I had a fantastic roast dinner today – and this was after three croissants for breakfast. Suffice to say, I’m not particularly hungry.
And, even though that’s the title of this track from London based, Claudia Kane, I very much doubt that she’s singing about a lack of food either.
Instead, what we have here is a tune in which Ms.Kane is hungry for revenge. I sense that somebody’s hurt her and played with her feelings once too often and now she’s going to make that somebody pay.
Over the top of a smoky lush, lounge based orchestration, CK evokes memories of 1960’s scandals that we’re all too young to remember. It’s surely pure accident that the initials are shared.
‘I will haunt you in the night’, sings Claudia. Her Del-Ray voice, seductive and sexy draws you in to her schemes for getting even. ‘You’ll be happy, I’ll be rich‘, she adds and you realise that the food she wants is financial.
I love the decadent beauty that’s bubble and squeaking under the surface on this platter. I hope you do to…
And just in case you’re feeling starved and want an extra portion of Claudia Kane (I sense you might) here’s a video to a track, Residents Of Darkness. There’s much that delights.
I try to be a creature of habit. Every Sunday morning, I’ll get up and do battle with my pile of ironing. I then put a load of washing on and ultimately add to the pile…
Whilst ironing, I blast random, new tunes through my speakers. There are times when I have to stop ironing because a track knocks me sideways – such was my experience this Sunday with Laurel’s new track, ‘To The Hills’.
I’d been lukewarm to Laurel Arnell-Cullen in previous releases. Whilst others lavished praise on the 19 year old Hampshire Saint, I could only hear another fine mess. Admittedly, previous release ‘Fire Breather’ almost warmed my cockles but I couldn’t shake the certainty that there was something being manufactured here. My cynicism has diminished.
Those looking for lazy comparisons have suggested that there’s more than a dose of Lana Del Ray about Laurel. I’ll grudgingly give them that. But what really grabbed me on Sunday was the 60’s girl group elements of this track. Over the top of a pretty neat orchestral arrangement, Laurel almost sounds like she’s walking on the sand with the Shangri-La’s.
It’s not perfect. If I was being completely uncharitable, I’d say that the lyrics are an exercise in nonsense. But perhaps this 40 something man is missing the point. The accompanying video, beautifully shot and full of atmosphere, is also ambiguous in intent…
But it’s better than a pile of ironing..