Holy heck, that’s a disturbing cover! Not because of the crazy skull dude grinning like a Maths teacher before the final exam (damn you, Prof. González) but because I know a friend that has a photo in the same pose and same hairstyle, only no kids wearing skull masks are there to stare into your soul.
Anyways, this is Katie Malco‘s brand new EP, …and the slow parade, which is a good title but I just ruined it by separating it. Selah.
‘Laa dee daa’ really sets the mood, both of happiness and remembrance (childhood days, mayhaps?). It’s the catchy number to get your foot tapping, your head nodding and maybe your body swaying in the seat, like Grampa Simpson listening to the Be Sharps.
Easy going, that’s the best adjective to Katie Malco‘s catchy pop. Some bits of 80s synth sneak in ‘Sad Eyes’, which although sounding peppy and all, has the soul-crushing lyric of “I have been practising my goodbyes”. Ouch, straight shot of 50 mm calibre quill to the heart.
‘Get in the car’. Funny enough, I’ve been obsessing with a song by Decibully with the same name, but whereas that one is superfunky, this is a very introspective piece. Probably the slowest piece of the EP, there is some extra instrumentation to accompany Ms. Malco but it’s kept minimal for the most. Really like the glockenspiel making the song punchier. That’s something I never thought I’d write.
Songs named after names can go in two possible directions: affection or loathing. ‘Johnny’ is … I don’t know, I sincerely don’t know what is it about. It feels like an Irish Folk song, full of lamentations, pondering about “what about our children?” and “Oh, Johnny, where did we go wrong? […] You’ll burn in hell for all the things you’ve done”. It veers back and forth between love and hate, so it’s a ringer for the typical Mexican song, where spitefulness and longing are firmly intertwined.
‘Florence Nightingale’s House’ is the very sad ending to the album. The mantra is “let me down” and it hits home. Even if I’m more of a fan of Mary Seacole, the title is fitting and the fade to half a minute of rain is wonderful.
Katie Malco and the slow parade is a bit of a sombre affair, but it deftly shows the more delightful side of sadness.