It may be intense and mesmerising, or a thin shadow of the rich feast here. You can find out in November when St. Vincent tours opening for The National solo rather than with a band I believe. Marry Me St. Vincent 8. Subscribe for news and competitions Email:. CBS Interactive. Retrieved BBC Collective. Retrieved 24 April Vincent: Marry Me Music Review". Slant Magazine. Vincent — Music". Archived from the original on Pitchfork Media. New York Times : C1. Retrieved January 18, Uncut : Vincent Masseduction Daddy's Home.
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Cue the cake tasting, dress shopping, and proposal at the top of the Empire State Building. It can occur seamlessly: getting washed up in a relationship only to find yourself hanging onto a ledge crumbling from its poor infrastructure. It was a comment on all symbols of stability, which is also a comment on never really questioning commitment.
She wears a gray tunic shirt that is barely contrasted against a darker-shaded background. Her face is peaked and pale like the color of Carrara marble. Her hair is a dark, curly, unkempt mess. Her irises are wide and green, drowning in the bleached white of her eyes. She is corporeal mundanity — almost completely blank. Yet her eyebrows are arched, making her facial expression show minor shock.
The slight look of shock, her unexpecting stillness, is what makes her all the more curious, especially taking on the name St. Vincent — a name that honors several people canonized for their martyrdom. The first few songs on Marry Me are anthemic. They are explosive. She keeps us on edge just enough to forget that there are rules of entropy. She then reels us back in with soothing violins and her operatic voice. I believe her. Finally, Clark has taken a left turn onto a steadier path from the preceding songs.
Clark realizes this is not the American fantasy. It turns from a heartwarming ballad to flipping the bird to wedding rings on the opposite hand. After 10 listens, its narrative is gutting. The charming trumpets and twinkling percussion make it all the more unsettling.