Surrender wasn’t an option, it was the only one. You held your hands up in front of your face–mock protest being your specialty–but the brunt of their beating met not a shield, only a flaccid fight. And you wonder why you’re lonely, tracing drawings of a hope-to-be-forgotten love on the outlines of your veins. You wanted them to flow away from your heart, to get away. Your arteries are only for the wicked emotions.
‘No Rest For The Wicked’, the newest single from Lykke Li’s third LP, I Never Learn, is a transcendent piece of dark folk. If transcendence for you is escaping the grip of love’s permanance. It continues the not-so-glowing afterglow of the punch drunk romanticism of Wounded Rhymes we’ve seen so far from her this LP. Lykke Li said this LP was to emulate an old time radio during a night’s drive, and you feel it here: every bar and measure is the soundtrack to a furied flight down the interstate out of the fingers of others’ memories.
It’s the kind of music you listen to when fleeing doesn’t bring doubts anymore. You’re fucked up future an accepted fact, you’re just looking for anthemic moments for the times it all feels a little weary.