'That's+a+Frosty+Way+to+Speak'


 * //﻿"A Frosty Way to Speak"//**

An introductory solo for a ‘mod’ bass’s reverberating strings Simple. Again, again. Drums follow, Another repertoire of sound

Pop hit # infinity? A wiry squeal contradicts, carrying a pulse of its own. A pattern begins to form in the mind’s eye, Ear’s eye “All this talking pulls my teeth”

The thus far unknown, smooth, chanting voice steps in. Bittersweet love notes sound in a way that makes your feet tap Rather than your heart break. References to saints and sinners shroud this stereotypical topic. How edgy.

This saunter changes in a set of nasalated half skips Allowing the synthesized vocals to climax in number and strength. “It’s a gāme”

Cymbals collide to compliment the heightened mood Accompanied by a familiar chorus and the hiss of a tambourine. “Consequently orange peels” A lyrical hybrid of negativity and obscurity.

Another verse allots the pulse a slight dip, A flutter before indulging in a call of buoyant joy. “Feel alright” A brassy buzz pipes in with its own set of intervals, Contributing its sputtering melody to the final chorus.

Then the music fades, followed by the steady percussion. Left with only the plucked metallic chords, The simplest to synchronized sequences.