Unearthing the hidden gems of newborn music.

Have you ever skipped a song on an album? Be honest. Whether it be intentionally or not we are all guilty of occasionally not giving a track enough justice. Cutting it off in its prime before it’s given a chance to grow. Perhaps sometimes it’s not even our fault. Time can be a cruel mistress and track 6 on your favourite new album might fall just short of the 15-minute car journey to work.

Fear not music lovers, for we’ve got you covered! Birthstone is a feature dedicated solely to celebrating the lesser heard tracks of new records. The unsung heroes that are often overshadowed by their arrogant and loud siblings. Calling all quirky B-sides, creative risk takers and straight up hidden gems; we’re here to shine a light on you. Back down the mine we go, ready to uncover our latest Birthstone courtesy of Now, Now’s Saved.

Parents: Now, Now
NameSaved
Date of Birth: 18/05/18
Birthstone: Powder

The second effort from the Minnesotan duo features a mixed bag of emotionally charged dreamscapes and philosophical swipes at the notion of psuedo-love. And, while there many contenders on the album, no song quite captures the duality of a dysfunctional relationship like the closing track ‘Powder’ does.

The song starts as a beautiful wash of foamy synth waves lapping against a joyful beat. It’s too easy to get caught up in the feel-good vibes of this warm plushy mammoth of a tune. However, it’s once you begin to start paying attention to the lyrics that you’ll realise the jarring undertones within the message. Touching on themes of alcohol abuse and deflated self-worth, the lyrics give oblivious clues to the oncoming rapture.

The once cheerful and bubbly synths begin to distort and wane, stumbling towards a vast and unstable rift. A muffled silence, before the end of a perpetuated fantasy, the second phase takes it’s place. Just as you thought the song had fizzled out, you’re catapulted into space and left to drift in a spine tingling moment of solitude, with nothing but the haunting taunt of self contemplation to keep you company. Wearing headphones to this part of the song induces a state of solemn empathy.

Such a contrast between both sides of the track. One moment you’re bopping away to the flaring vibes of a fizzling synth track the next your stilled inside the desolate clutches of a jealous black hole. Telling the romantic tale dependence, which deforms and deteriorates when subjected to the expectation of loneliness; Powder deserves recognition for it’s brilliantly cinematic duality.