Something tells you, silent like in Till I’m Drunk and Confused. Exzenya does not romanticise heartbreak or even anthropomorphise it, she leaves it floating, a bit erratic like the thoughts re-emerging long after the final word. The song seems to be based on that same sense of late-night dizziness, where the room is half light, you have lost your guard and honesty slaps you in the face whether you welcome it or not. It is an evocation of that moment with a gentle sort of sharpness, in her project Bar Scenes and Rumours.
The music itself is too cosy to what it is bearing. The Ukulele and acoustic guitar are gently lit, warm and reassuring, as fairy-lights hanging over a painful memory. It is the sound of light rubbing against something bruised. Under that soft bouncing, the storey unfolds gradually showing the price of the shield made of alcohol you lose one person, and then you go round and round by the old ways. The contradiction literally settles in.
Where it all comes down is in her voice. Captured live and left unfiltered and unedited, it is human in the most desirable sense of the word; a bit cut-throat, emotionally unhibited and intimate. It is more like a conversation with a person who is sitting across you, telling you something she has only recently confessed to herself.
Acoustically, it is a comfortable fit next to such artists as Noah Kahan or Dean Lewis with a folksy narration and a soft touch of modern pop. It is clean, all right, but never sterile. To someone still so young in the release game, the reaction she has gotten is deserved. Till I’m Drunk and Confused is there to stay- sincere, catchy and silently easy to relate to, in a manner that leaves a lasting imprint.
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