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  • Get Caught in Caroline Polachek and Weyes Blood’s Ethereal “Butterfly Net”

    Get Caught in Caroline Polachek and Weyes Blood’s Ethereal “Butterfly Net”

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    Continuing the dreamy motifs presented on Desire, I Want to Turn Into You, Caroline Polachek has given listeners another taste of one of the bonus tracks from her forthcoming deluxe edition of the album. And who better to help her with that task than the equally dreamy stylings of Weyes Blood? Assisting with a reworked version of track ten on the record, “Butterfly Net” (co-produced with Danny L Harle), Weyes Blood layers the sonic offering with her own rich vocals for an effect that’s altogether ethereal. 

    As part of the Everasking Edition of Desire…, Polachek chooses a fitting song to punctuate the date she’s choosing to re-release the record: Valentine’s Day. Just as she did the same for the original version of the record. On the remixed version of “Butterfly Net” (once again co-produced by Danny L Harle), there are marked distinctions. Not just because of Weyes Blood’s presence, but the entire reworked sound. Alone in Polachek’s hands, the song is actually less bittersweet, and more tinged with a Beth Orton vibe. The music, too, is more stripped down on the original. And while the remix might initially sound almost a capella, it builds toward a burst of decidedly 90s-inspired power ballad glory—but with a more acoustic emphasis.

    Toward the end of the three-minute mark, a repeated, siren-like chant speaks to the mermaid-esque cover art of the single. Displaying Weyes Blood and Polachek “caught” in what looks more like a fishing net than a butterfly net, positioned and aesthetically styled in such a way that it’s almost as though you can’t tell where one chanteuse begins and the other ends. This all being punctuated by a black background that lends a somber air to it, a note of finality. What’s more, the two look like something out of Lana Del Rey’s “Music to Watch Boys To” video (complete with their donning of headphones), you know, the underwater scenes that also got repurposed for the “Freak” video. 

    As a love song that speaks not to “being caught” by someone else, but rather, to trying to “catch [their] light,” it makes an ideal addition to the annals of “love gone wrong” tracks. Even if it is not as straightforward as other songs of that genre (e.g., Justin Timberlake’s “Cry Me A River,” Eamon’s “Fuck It” and Taylor Swift’s “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together,” among many other “love gone wrong” numbers by her). When Polachek and Weyes Blood sing in harmony, “There you were/With your mirror/Shining the world all over me/There I was/With my butterfly net/Trying to catch your light,” there is the implication that the song refers to two people who can never quite “align.” Whether that means emotionally or physically—or both—the result is the same: an unbearable poignancy. A keen sense of regret over not having been able to make something work. 

    Then again, some people can satisfy themselves with the idea that “at least” something was able to work out for a while, at a certain time and place in one’s life. Even if not “forever,” as the monogamist propaganda so often leads us to believe. Indeed, there’s a few other songs on Desire, I Want to Turn Into You that acknowledge the disconnect between romantic expectation versus reality. And yet, a song like “Fly to You” featuring Grimes and Dido explores the kind of love that is more resilient, able to bounce back from various fights and mood swings. Less lyrically abstract than “Butterfly Net,” Polachek asks on “Fly to You,” “Will you still love me after the bend?/Remember what’s gone before, not loaded with regret/Ooh, I fly to you/After all the tears, you’re all I need.” It’s a sharp contrast to the conceptual sentiments of “Butterfly Net,” especially with Polachek and Weyes Blood singing the lyrics, “Faithful inertia/Her bullet doesn’t slow/It seeks and finds me/How far it goes/Heaven help me/Take this bag of wings/And drown it in the Thames/And wake tomorrow/Hollow/Hardly forgetting.”

    These symbolic lyrics are also in contrast to another more exuberant song that leads up to the original “Butterfly Net,” “Blood and Butter.” And yet, Polachek still knows how to allude to the intermixed pain and pleasure of love as she croons, “Let me dive through your face to the sweetest kind of pain/Call you up/Nothing to say/No, I don’t need no entertaining/When the world/Is a bed” and “Look how I forget who I was/Before I was the way I am with you.” This latter statement can double as being either “good” or “bad.” Falling into the latter category when one loses their entire sense of identity in a relationship. 

    That Polachek chose “Butterfly Net” as the song from Desire… to rework (and not just because she had already performed it live a few times with Weyes Blood) seems telling of her, er, desire to return to a song that is more ambiguous about love everlasting (not everasking). On the one hand, it seems she’s saying that she has found the person who will “last,” manifest in the verse, “I collected stupid ashes/So that after you’d gone/I could hold onto somеthing/But you stayed unwavering/Through evеry false goodbye/Unsubsiding/Pining/For now and for never” (the “for never” being indicative of her unfaltering realism). On the other, some irrepressible part of her knows she should still continue to remain on her guard about falling fully prey to such notions, with Weyes Blood joining her for the bridge that goes, “Oh, if only/The umbrella of the sky/Could wrap us up and up/That’s where I’d zoom in close/Dilated as your eyes/Until then, I’ll keep it brief.” Then there is that oft-repeated line about trying to catch someone’s light, as though, instead, all they’re ever met with is a series of near misses while trapped in darkness (which is what the single’s cover art alludes to). 

    In effect, the re-release of “Butterfly Net” not only highlights the larger themes of Desire…, but also makes one realize that Polachek could easily add another bonus track to the Everasking Edition that provides a riff on The Verve’s “Bittersweet Symphony” that goes, “‘Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony that’s love/Try to make someone want you forever/You’re a slave to the feeling then you get shoved.”

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • Where There’s “Smoke”…There’s Fiery Hot Lava About to Burn You: Caroline Polachek Releases the Perfect Volcano Anthem

    Where There’s “Smoke”…There’s Fiery Hot Lava About to Burn You: Caroline Polachek Releases the Perfect Volcano Anthem

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    In case anyone was looking for a song to dance to when the next inevitable volcano eruption ensues, Caroline Polachek has you covered with “Smoke,” the fifth video to hatch from her Desire, I Want to Turn Into You album. Like two of her other music videos from this album cycle, “Sunset” and “Welcome to My Island,” the overall aesthetic and editing techniques are designed to look similarly “DIY,” or, as Polachek put it, “I just wanted to make a classic shoegaze video without having to do the music part.” Which she already loosely did with both of the aforementioned videos. And it was also in “Welcome to My Island” that a volcano plays a central role as one of the backdrops while “lava” bursts forth from Polachek’s own mouth. Perhaps the volcano metaphor in relationships is just too good to pass up a second time in “Smoke.”

    Visually lush and sumptuous in a different way than “Billions,” Polachek evokes, in many ways, the Andy Warhol painting of Mount Vesuvius entitled, what else, “Vesuvius.” This done with a volcano “structure” that looks as though it was crafted of, let’s call it, “theater cloth” as she does her dance in front of it. Almost as though using her witchy arm movements to attempt conjuring the lava to come out and play. She then opens with the assurance, “It’s just smoke/Floating over the volcano/It’s just smoke/Go on, you know I can’t say no/It’s just smoke.” Ignoring the fact that, in this case, where there’s smoke, there’s bound to be scalding lava.

    Such an allusion to relationship difficulties mirrors the same tactic Taylor Swift uses on Lover’s “Afterglow” with an “explosion metaphor,” including, “Chemistry ’til it blows up, ’til there’s no us” and “I’m the one who burned us down/But it’s not what I meant/I’m sorry that I hurt you…/I need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don’t go/Meet me in the afterglow.” But, as Pompeiians weren’t able to attest, there is no such thing as an “afterglow” to meet in once the eruption has ceased.

    As Polachek’s band is silhouetted and superimposed over her own interpretive dance homages to the volcano, she declares in earnest, “And you are the big answer tonight/And you are melting everything about me/Oh, don’t worry about me, it’s just—” That unspoken cutoff being, you guessed it, “smoke.” Warming to the dangers of a “smoky” lover, Polachek is inspired to take her interpretive arm gestures to the next level as a disjointed shadow pair of her arms moves in front of her body as Peter Pan’s shadow might. Matt Copson, the director of the video (as well as Polachek’s boyfriend) then cuts to a close-up image on Polachek’s face (bedecked in her signature eye makeup style…that feels like a riff on Amy Winehouse meets Cleopatra) with the theater cloth volcano in the background—ever-looming, ever-beckoning. If desire is what Polachek wants to turn into, diving in headfirst to the volcano of love is a good start. Ignoring the smoke a.k.a. the ultimate sign of an inevitable eruption. Of course, on the positive side of figurative language, that could also mean an imminent orgasm as much as imminent disaster.

    When the series of chanted “na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-das” reaches a crescendo at the end of the song, Polachek—letting out a complementing “war cry,” of sorts—is shown on her knees looking skyward from an overhead angle at the center of a lava-red spiral. Letting loose more than ever with her theatrical dance stylings, smoke circles all around her, enveloping her. It certainly goes against all those fire safety videos people were shown in school about how to keep smoke from entering your lungs. But Polachek is committed to the perilous cause of love, announcing of the ash and smoke, “The fallout doesn’t faze me.”

    That much is clearly true if this calm, tranquil visual of Polachek daring the volcano to erupt as she inhales its smoke is any indication. And, as climate change increasingly becomes “the name of the game” in the “20s,” it’s some “comfort” to know there’s a ditty to turn to should one find themselves amid an irascible volcano. Surely, the Pompeiians would’ve appreciated if this song could have played before the big lava smackdown came to wipe them out.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • “Welcome to My Island, Bitch” Is the New “It’s Britney, Bitch”

    “Welcome to My Island, Bitch” Is the New “It’s Britney, Bitch”

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    For those who didn’t think Caroline Polachek’s bop, “Welcome to My Island,” could get any better, Charli XCX has arrived to give her own take on it. One delivered in the “persona” of a decidedly creamy smooth pop icon goddess (as Madonna likes to call herself). In this regard, XCX continues to adopt the same braggadocious tone we’ve come to know and love on Crash, translating it into a “remix” that feels like a dripping-in-decadence song unto itself. Indeed, Polachek’s faint presence in the background of her own single is overshadowed by XCX with far more overtness than Taylor Swift doing the same to Lana Del Rey during “Snow on the Beach.” But that’s to be expected when Polachek trusts in XCX’s brilliance to remake a song based on their past collaborations together (including “New Shapes,” which also featured Christine and the Queens). And the brilliance XCX provides here is no exception to the rule.

    As someone who has transformed parodying pop stardom to the point where she can perhaps no longer blur the line between the parody and the real, the George Daniel and Charli XCX remix of “Welcome to My Island” fits right in with XCX’s simultaneous mockery and embracement of excess. In short, all the trappings of stardom and its according wealth. Among such trappings being island getaways at the drop of a custom-made hat. After all, there’s a reason so many celebrities buy private islands—it’s the ultimate milieu where no rules need apply to them (not that they really do elsewhere either). And yes, Richard Branson, who Charli name checks in the song with, “I guess I’m on my Richard Branson wave/No virgin, but I knew just how to behave,” is among the many “eccentric” (read: difficult because they can be) celebrities to own an island.

    What’s more, when Charli says she knows just how to behave, she means she knows just how to misbehave, regaling us with her double entendre-filled description, “You can drive me down to Florida and fuck me for days/Back at the start, think you knew that I was dangerous/I’ve done a couple bad things if you catch my drift/I told him, ‘Baby, you can pull up on the landing strip’/And if you do it right, welcome to my island, bitch.”

    It’s that last line that XCX has remade with the blunt addition of the word “bitch” that has rendered this version of “Welcome to My Island” arguably more iconic than Polachek’s original (which isn’t an easy feat considering how amazing it is already). And there’s no denying a touch of the Britney influence in “coming up with” that one-word addendum. XCX being a fan of Spears (like most of us), it’s certain that “Gimme More” has played a part in her pop music inspiration, perhaps finally manifesting at its most obvious with the straightforward declaration, “Welcome to my island, bitch.” For if Britney could make a similarly simple announcement so memorable by adding “bitch” (i.e., “It’s Britney, bitch”), then surely Charli could, too. And so she has, with an anthem that touts the glamor and indulgence of what being on an island connotes to those who don’t actually have to live on one full-time. For, as most who endure that fate know, it hardly feels like a 24/7 vacation, so much as a 24/7 nightmare.

    More than just the lyrical depictions, however, it is the sonic landscape—courtesy of Jim-E Stack, Dan Nigro, Danny L Harle, Caroline Polachek and George Daniel—that transports us into an environment so carefree and bacchanalian that it’s almost (almost) as good as actually being in, say, Ibiza (where this song should probably be playing on a loop throughout the summer). And for the landlocked plebes who will never make it to such exotic locations evoked by “Welcome to My Island,” the track alone will have to suffice, ingratiating itself among the Lavish Getaway Canon with other “rare breed” singles such as “La Isla Bonita.” And as for John Donne, who said, “No man is an island,” well, that’s probably just because he had never met a millionaire or billionaire with his own to prove otherwise.  

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    Genna Rivieccio

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