I love the chords at the start of “Blame Me.” They make me feel like I’m sinking deep inside myself, descending down an emotional staircase. L’Rain’s vocals, light and slow, seem like they could be coming from anywhere, anyone, separated from the body, floating around space. Halfway in, the instrumental kicks up and begins to feel so vast and cozy you could almost hibernate inside it. “You were wasting away, my god,” she breathes, “I’m making my way down south.” She repeats this refrain over and over, and the words start to flicker across your mind like faint lights circling, falling in and out of focus, a crisscross of shadows dancing softly against the wall.
#7 - L'Rain - "Blame Me"
#7 - L'Rain - "Blame Me"
#7 - L'Rain - "Blame Me"
I love the chords at the start of “Blame Me.” They make me feel like I’m sinking deep inside myself, descending down an emotional staircase. L’Rain’s vocals, light and slow, seem like they could be coming from anywhere, anyone, separated from the body, floating around space. Halfway in, the instrumental kicks up and begins to feel so vast and cozy you could almost hibernate inside it. “You were wasting away, my god,” she breathes, “I’m making my way down south.” She repeats this refrain over and over, and the words start to flicker across your mind like faint lights circling, falling in and out of focus, a crisscross of shadows dancing softly against the wall.