padraig (u.s.)
a monkey that will go ape
ya I misread that sentence, registered in my brain as calling 3-6 unabashed romanticismgive me your love is not unabashed romanticism then i dont know what is
my bad - the perils of dropping in + out at less than full attention
tho if anything that contrast with the lushness of Mayfield makes its own lack of substance even more apparent
when I listen to it, after initial distaste, my only reaction is - why does this exist? what is its purpose, beyond simply existing? the hardest thing in art is to evoke a reaction. I would always rather 1000 times hear or see or read something I hate than lazy filler that evokes nothing. that is what I mean by the background thrum of low-level existential weariness that mediocre, pointless art engenders - its pointlessness makes those underlying implicit questions (why does anything exist? what is the purpose of anything, beyond simply existing?) explicit.
if one were to generalize this notion - which I'm not trying to - I guess it might be one potential inroad into "what happened to the love song"