Songs that feel like taking a long, seductive drag out of a cigarette and watching the smoke waft into the air. Cat-like, sensual eyes staring at you through the haze.
That’s what the EP “Gin” from American singer and songwriter Gin Cooley puts me in mind of. Rarely do I happen to like an artist as much as I do Gin. There is something simply charming about that low, synth sound and about her sad lyrics.
To be fair, she had me from the first track she released off the album. There is a moment in that song, entitled “Unattainable”, right towards the end, where she sings “I really don’t care”. And she does it so slowly, bringing up such a whirlwind of emotions.
For one thing, she does make you feel unattainable (but also like you’re wanting something unattainable, a little like a forbidden love).
But there’s also something so lost in the way she sings that lyrics, like she’s at the end of her wits and she’s just giving up. And it’s not aggressive and it’s not resentful, but she simply can’t go anymore. So she does not care.
And that’s just one song. Another that really captured my imagination was “Wolf”, which kinda sounds like a fairy tale about a lone girl wandering a valley where a wolf is known to hang around. What I particularly love about this song is that it can mean practically anything.
As the song progresses and the artist begins “to feel his [the wolf’s] eyes on me”, there is an infinity of possible scenarios by which you can interpret this, from an actual peril of seeing a wolf to pretty much anything that’s going on in your life. But I don’t want to go into too many specifics, I’d much rather you listen to the song and make up your mind yourself.
“Death of a Friend” is another supremely saddening track that is versatile, applicable to pretty much any imaginable situation and universally relatable. Somehow, although the song is quite clearly about the death of a loved one, it always makes me feel of a metaphoric death, the death of a friendship. Of growing apart from someone who was really close to you once. And somehow, that’s even sadder.
“Sad Song Sunday: Veneration” is a fascinating collab between Cooley and a male voice, lending the song a certain air or ruggedness and creating an even more compelling tale of complete abandon.
Overall, it’s one of the most seductive and most beautiful albums I’ve heard all year. Frankly, you’re doing yourself a terrible disservice by not listening to it.