I wish all natural disasters were like this woman who ends up being a real whirlwind. The catastrophe of climate change serves as an unexpected starting point and driving force of inspiration for Bethany Cosentino We previously knew the female half of the duo Best Coast and it becomes addictive, infectious and instantaneous. with a plot line that in reality isn’t the least bit funny: “This is the hottest summer I can remember / ’cause the world is on fire / And if we all die, what does it matter?” / We are a natural disaster.”
The anthem is so catchy (and memorable) that it confronts us with the mirror of guilty pleasures: We face such an outburst of light and waste of energy that the sum of the legacies of Sheryl Crow, Neko case Yes, If we hurry, even Taylor Swift It falls short. But with the cards revealed so brazenly from the first moment, Bethany Cosentino has no choice but to continue the entire journey without hitting the brakes. And so Natural disaster the album, will An invigorating companion, no longer like a weak sea breeze, but like a gust of hurricane wind.
From now on, to understand the concept of the “California spirit” we must refer to this representation: a short representation will be enough to internalize it again immediately and with a lasting effect. Through the four albums of the apparently now extinct Best Coast, Cosentino had proven himself to be one a loud, excited and even garage girl always looking to ignite the spark, but from a larger perspective In the. Now he makes no secret of his intention to attack the jugular.
Even when, at the climax of the fourth part, he believes that the moment for the ballad has come, he does so with a fiery and extremely devoted flame of love (Simply), which is not afraid to consistently implement the wishes of its own refrain: “I hate sounding like a cheesy cliché.” Never no one had lengthened the vowels of this adjective, cheesy with so much expertise.
And so it goes without hesitation and with an open grave to the solo debut of Cosentino, a woman who appeals to the individual conscience, to openness, empathy and, why not, to charity (the carnal and sentimental, but also the collective), to face the collapse of a world that has completely lost its meaning and direction. For this reason entrusts the production to Butch Walker, a nimble country rocker who is not averse to instant pop when placed behind the glass of the recording studio (Avril Lavigne, Pink) and this emphasizes the fardo guitars (Out of Time), the melodic hooks (A single day), the desire for blunt seduction (Call Angel). Don’t allow our squeamishness to be activated: The Stevie Nicks soloist from Step back O Rooms burn would bless this work, and Bruce Springsteen would levitate entire stadiums if he had that you announce that so irresistibly chants as For a moment cause the vein to swell.
