February 16, 2015

EP: Emily Yacina - Pull Through

Sometimes it's okay to feel a little blue.

Go to your local craft store and pick yourself up some blue cellophane. Head to the coldest city in your country. Wrap yourself tightly inside a cellophane cocoon and lie with your back pressed against a freezing river, like you’re recreating the film poster for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind as well as you can, except without Jim Carrey. He doesn’t need to be there – this is all about you. You, and Emily Yacina, the girl from Philadelphia armed with nothing but a pale blue crayon to color in your heart strings as you listen to her latest EP, Pull Through. Wrapped up in cellophane and staring straight up at the bright sky, you’ll only just be settling in to the opening song as you begin to feel the best kind of blue.

This is just one of the ways I think everyone should plan to listen to Emily Yacina – properly and thoroughly – for the first time. Dozens of journeys rushed through me as I listened to this record over and over. Pull Through paints a lot of images like this, bleeding like watercolor, and they’re all centered around a sense of blue. It’s traced with an acoustic guitar, lined with otherworldly vibrations, and colored in with ambiences. Above it all soars the voice of Emily herself, faultlessly faint, and singing for the sake of the sky, the color blue, and you: “Sky is black / my heart is blue / I’ll do what you tell me to.” It’s fragile. It’s breath-catching. It’s chilling, yet just the right kind of chilling – the sort of that will trickle through your bones that you won’t want to let go.

I know I won’t be letting go of this chill anytime soon. Pull Through left me urgent; urgent to push through the void of blue that pulses through this EP, and find out what’s beyond its layers. I want Emily Yacina to be who’s humming in my passenger seat as I drive through the frost and wipe the condensation clean from my windscreen with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I’ll trace out my own made-up constellations with my fingertips when the steam returns. The wet dripping from my sleeve will seep into the blue of my jeans, and goosebumps I can’t explain will coat me from head to toe. I’ll drive endlessly into the void that the sound of Emily Yacina’s voice has led me into, into the chilled sense of blue she’s colored me in with. As the world passes by, and this record plays its way through, I’ll be filled with an overwhelming sense of: yes, this is where I need to go – and, after one listen in to this record, I’m sure you won’t be letting yourself get left behind.

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THIS STAFF POST WAS CONTRIBUTED BY:
Madalyn Trewin, a scrawny Australian teenager, who is feeding her obsession with dogs, David Lynch and Daniel Johnston twenty-four hours a day. If not that, she's writing about things she likes and saturating her friends in glitter so she can take photos of them to post onto her blog.