July 10, 2015

EP: Pouty - Take Me To Honey Island

Rachel Gagliardi brings out our best moody selves.

I’ve got an inner teen. I mean, I’m still technically a teenager on the outside, since I only turned nineteen this March – but the teen on my inside doesn’t act my age. She acts like a brat who’s just been given the gift of hormones and she’s never fun at parties. She lingers just beneath the surface of my moody days, with arms crossed and eyes ready to roll at any given moment. She swoons a lot, she whines a lot, she sighs a lot – and if she had a face, it would probably be Rachel Gagliardi’s.

I’ve had a soft spot for Rachel Gagliardi’s voice since I was sixteen, back when Slutever’s Sorry I’m Not Sorry was the only thing I ever listened to. There’s just something about the way Rachel sings – it’s what makes me need to listen to her music whenever I’m at my moodiest. So when I heard about Rachel’s solo project, Pouty – well I’m sure that you can gather that I was busting to swallow myself up in her latest demos and get angsty on my bedroom floor. Take Me To Honey Island is made up of three tracks. I’ve actually listened to them so many times that Bandcamp won’t let me listen to them anymore (unfortunately, they’re only demos and Rachel’s listed them as $420.69 USD on bandcamp, so I can’t really snatch them up as of yet). But before bandcamp went and killed my vibe, I got a good feeling for these demos, and what has come from Rachel’s solo endeavor is better than anything I could have anticipated. Drawn out harmonies are layered with oohs and ahs, and then edged with distorted guitars and a driven beat – evening out the feeling of this release perfectly. Take Me To Honey Island is catchy; its harmonies will melt into your eyes, ears, the underside of your fingernails, leaving you stuck beneath layers and layers of high school hormones. It’s just the right soundtrack for your inner teen (or outer teen), because it’s exactly what you need to hear when you’re swooning over a boy, yet still completely stuck on the problem that all boys are totally gross at (or, y’know, any other scenarios that correspond with feelings like that). So I suggest you stick these demos under your arm and keep them handy because its music like this that will be just what you need, next time you’re overcome with one of those arms-crossed, eye-rolling kind of high school feelings.


Listen to Pouty on bandcamp.

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.