Ash Colors – Cold In My Arms
Whoever’s not yet reached the top tends to assume that this is just because they haven’t learned the laws yet. It’s the same thing in pop music as anywhere else in the world.
And it’s the reason why so much of pop music, and all its connected genres, are designed, typically, by the same formulas, strategies and laws. Singers all try to reach the same notes, producers all work with the same beats, and guitarists all play the same leads.
But what if the first step to getting yourself known is getting away from the limitations of regulations? This is how Ash Colors wants to make itself known, as a beautiful anomaly.
“Cold In My Arms” is a mix of old and new, of gutsiness and tenderness. It’s an acoustic pop-rap where there’s boasting and honest confessions, and all are about wanting love and desiring intimacy. It’s the song’s mix of 2000s-style raps and mellow vocals that’s its calling card.
Waldo Witt – Justine’s
We’ve all become hunchbacks on the weight of expectation. But, just how can you blame us? The world is so often horribly disappointing, cold, and merciless. And, occasionally, it is gorgeous, and its songs ring true.
How can you blame someone for waking up expecting that they’ll hear something so beautiful that it’ll make them want to fall in love and turn their life around? Those songs are out there. Those kinds of hopes are looking to find you.
Waldo Witt, as it turns out, may just have the right order for our morning aural stimulation in the form of “Justine’s.” Just as fittingly, this is a song about supernaturally beautiful waitresses who possess an otherworldly knack of knowing when to fill your glass.
You may say that this is the fantasy of everyone who’s spent just a little too much time inside of an establishment where food and booze are served. But as you listen to Witt’s gorgeous, playful melodies, you can’t help but imagine yourself stuck in a brasserie in old Normandie, being weighed on and made to forget you’re needed elsewhere.
