"Bring Me Your Loves" by St. Vincent
I know many men who love St. Vincent’s music, but I can’t talk to them about her in the way that best reflects my deep feelings. I’ve grown up with her music and it is a boring cliche to say, but sometimes our cliches are valid.
I first listened to Marry Me during a break-up period. Listening to each track, but especially “Your Lips Are Red” was a quiet tradition during that time, something that I mostly kept to myself. Annie Clark’s music was the most accurate embodiment of the contemporary feminine psyche. The surface is a clean, familiar comfort, but underneath lies the sinisterness of reality. We’re not putting on facades. Rather, you refuse to see us as complex and dark.
A lot of people cherish St. Vincent for her instrumentation, but I find her most gifted (among a series of gifts) in her diction, her play with words. Her self-titled album sounds most direct and most biting.
"Bring Me Your Loves" was an immediate attraction on an album that I feel is her most interesting and infectious yet. "I took you off your leash, but I can’t, no I can’t make you heel," is probably my favorite thing she’s ever written and it’s so simple.
With this album and these songs, she sounds as if she is eager to get straight to the point. Look at that album cover! That is the confident stare of a woman who will rip you to shreds and not think twice. Marry Me and Actor both displayed a more vulnerable figure. Her face was cropped. Still that closeness felt like something of a challenge. What do you think you see? Now, what is actually here? Strange Mercy was a face masked, or maybe, a face trying to break through to something else, this new phase.
Now we see her completely and confidently and triumphantly. She is a bad bitch of the highest order and I bow down. This is Annie Clark no longer tied down by youth. No, instead she is sure of herself and her ideas and you’re just going to have to deal with it.