OK, 25 songs in 25 days challenge, that’s a long list…
… and yet, what do I choose that I haven’t shared already?
This is a song that, from its release, I loved.
… like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown…
is just jaw-dropping.
Harmonically, smooth chord progressions, lovely sonics.
Production-wise, the swoop up into the chorus, with back vocals. Gorgeous.
In early interviews, there was a connection to Richard Ashcroft‘s own drug use and, as I’ve never been particularly interested in, nor enamored with drug culture, I hadn’t really delved into the song other than to enjoy it as poetry.
Then, a few years back, my Dad was very sick and, at about the same time, I read
[in Q magazine, I think]
that this song was also about Richard Ashcroft father’s
treatment not working – suddenly, this song I’d loved as a listener, transcended boundaries and spoke to a piece of me that was living through similar pain with my own father.
As a result, some part of The Drugs Don’t Work is tethered to my emotions from that period, and it’s actually difficult to sing along with the song if I’m in a down place.
But sing it I do.