Ecstatic, the euphoria that pours when you hear a new song for the first time. As I am writing this I’m actually listening to Njerish’s masterpiece. The song came unexpectedly. I hadn’t heard of her till my good friend Dani shared the song with me. I was immediately taken. It was beautiful. The kind of song you can brag about. Her vocals blend in with the instruments; it has a vibe of the alternative era. It reminds you back when you were starting to listen to rock music. The Alternative feel to it blends perfectly with her sort of aggressive voice, betraying the emotion behind the song. It’s beautifully crafted lyrics transfer the feel and the energy of the song to you.
Rish is like a lady with an Olympian torch in hand, prancing around with the brusque air of the iconic femme fatal from 90s girl bands like TLC. She takes advantage of the chorus, to tear down the edifice of the object of her scorn with violent swings of her chirpy voice. That racing onslaught is subdued in the verses. But even within that sort of pause she barely takes time to breath taking advantage to showcase her vocal range while adding flesh to the frame of the song.
The production itself is an art on its own. As much as we laud Rish, we must give credit where it’s due. Andromeda got it spot on. As loud as the lead guitar is you never get the sense that the punch of the vocals or mull of the bass is chocked out. Every piece pops out just fine. The only bad thing I can say about this piece was that it was too short, depriving me of a few more seconds of immense enjoyment. I hope this is a hint of things to come, I’d kill for her music.
But beyond all that there is something truly majestic about that song and its about how its been put together. If you’ve ever been fortunate to stand before a painting you’ll obviously be struck by the charm of what lies on the face of it. But without the curator or someone that’ll build a personification around what lies in front of you then you’ll probably not discover the genious behind whoever made the painting. So we’ll take the place of the curator today and try and help you see beyond the randomised brush strokes. We will delve into the mind of the artist at that moment when the creative mash crystallised into a single strand of thought. And so despite the obvious theme being painted loud and clear in bold colours, the most striking dimension to this song is its dramatic twist. Everything from the bass intro to this track is nonchalantly deceptive. It’s ironic that such laid back and at times funky riffs are meant to lay out a hateful theme, a theme that is only apparent through slight tinges noticeable in Rish’s controlled voice. To substantial degrees, her singing labours throughout not to let the bile seep out and almost feels like she feigns rage. The constant emphasis maintains the scope of its power however. That brilliant pallet of warm reds of hate painted wet over blue hues of playful swinging funk is why this track is a wonderful masterpiece.
I could go on and on about this song but I feel like I’ll be giving away the hidden pleasure in the song, I would rather much let you discover the magic inside, and decide for yourself if it is really worth your two minutes. But be assured, she is under our radar now, we’ll be waiting for her new album with much gusto… https://soundcloud.com/njerish/thehatesong