Disco 248 - Semana 40 - De 12 a 19 de outubro de 2022 - chloe moriondo - SUCKERPUNCH

"A Poet’s Poet
for Naomi Long Madgett (1923-2020)
(Melba Boyd)

Sun streams
between autumn
leaves like glittering
lights on a Christmas
tree when a crescent
moon peers between
gathering clouds
as we call your name
in funeral refrain,
trying to touch
your spirit
transcending
this dying place,
spinning inside
gravity.

Warm November
comforts our grief
as we retrieve
poetry paths
melding words
into art in
the quiet cavern
beneath your
Tudor cottage
in Detroit’s
Underground,
where books
emerge star
by star,
lifting language
above dim
city nights.

Go greet your muse,
convene with Randall,
Brooks, Hayden,
and Clifton.
meet Dunbar,
Harper, Wheatley,
and commune
with Langston Hughes.

Anonymous authors
of Negro Spirituals
enjoin your light,
ringing in heavenly
Sundays anticipating
the Blues knocking
at the door every,
mournful Monday,
as halleluiah
choruses resound
and your poetry
merges with
eternal echoes
of love psalms,
still breathing
inside our
earthbound
souls."


Mais uma vez ele, mais uma vez ela! Hoje periquito8 indica um disco de uma artista que ele mesmo já trouxe pro fórum em outra ocasião.

chloe moriondo - SUCKERPUNCH


Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/album/04fys4zcFF3rawoRTl1Lgw?si=xztHTM7aT46D2yRnEysOIA

YouTube https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lrDGUEPtV5tKaZVEfzJKirKXTGVMm5VYE&feature=share

Deezer - https://deezer.page.link/byG7wn7vHGtRz6fk7

Apple - https://music.apple.com/br/album/suckerpunch/1638389264

Letras - https://genius.com/albums/Chloe-moriondo/Suckerpunch

True to its title, Chloe Moriondo’s Suckerpunch packs a wallop. A complete stylistic switch-up for the Detroit singer-songwriter, the album embraces a splashy hyperpop production palette in lieu of the more intimate, guitar-based instrumentation of last year’s Blood Bunny. Much like 100 gec’s Laura Les, Moriondo douses her vocals here in high-pitched Auto-Tune until they’re distorted beyond recognition, a process that produces brittle audio textures akin to dropping them in a deep fryer. Add to the mix that most of these maximalist tracks, in one way or another, have at least a semblance of eye-winking self-awareness, and you get a project that’s, as Moriondo herself has described, “a slap in the fucking face.”

But while this has assuredly certified Moriondo’s artistic adventurousness, most of the material on Suckerpunch fails to connect on an emotional level. The album as a whole constitutes a total blindside of sorts, on a song-by-song basis, but it rarely lands many decisive blows. The stabbing synths of “Trophy” evokes the electro-pop of the early 2010s, specifically Iggy Azalea’s “Fancy,” but the reference serves little utility beyond indulging in irreverent but shallow nostalgia.




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