Here we are again dear friends and readers, back at the review game at last. With the depths of winter upon us we thought we might stay in this week and review a new single release that caught this critic’s eye, or perhaps far more accurately her ear.
Perusing my social media I saw the young Victorian virtuosos from Catholic Guilt had indeed released not only a new song but also a video clip, for their new tune “talking fake”. As my devoted readers no doubt know my music tastes are varied and wide, and I’m not ashamed to say I’ve owned more than a few Pete Wentz poems over the years whilst enjoying my rock music on the emotional side.
In recent times, Catholic guilt has continued to reanimate my inner blue-haired, chain-wearing, emo-punk rocker once thought long dead. But while I may have gone in expecting a power ballard riddled, harmonising, rock & roll explosion, talking fake instead delivered a far more subtle and sentimental tone.
To truly earn your Ph.D. on this track, one must also explore the accompanying video clip, allowing you to fully engulf yourself in the warm blanket of lead singer and band frontman Brenton Harris’ new odyssey. A tale of love under strain, withered and weakened by the sands of time and the human tendency to long for the greener pastures only ever existing on the other side of the fence.
We meet a young couple on the night they first gratified each other, see them as they are now hollow and moribund, and watch as they dance between these plains of existence with the somber sounds of the boys at Catholic guilt there, ever present to guide us on our journey.
To summarise, you should listen to this song, watch the clip, and then truly ponder if there is someone in your life that you need to reconsider how you are connecting with. To quote one of our modern times’ greatest poets, “too often, we want people to love who they think we are, not what we feel ourselves becoming, because we think about how horrified the people we love would be if they found out who we truly were. So we just dig ourselves deeper into our lies every day, ultimately hurting the only people brave enough to love us” – Mr Poopy Butthole
5 Stars
– Rüe