Lola Young - Wish You Were Dead

Lola x Solomonophonic = me losing my mind

London’s next superstar, Lola Young is back with a truly nuts song. I have been RINSING this thing, it is beyond electric and I can’t stop playing it. The opening riffs are sparse and sinister as Young beckons for a lover, or something like it. The drums drop in, the pace feeling unstoppable. I love the guitar shimmering its own melody alongside We can pretend that we’re in love. A moment of optimism in a gnarly little number.

The chorus is fucked. It’s speeding down the highway past midnight. It’s mischief. The energy is ridiculous, that “ahh” that follows tipped me over the edge gives me chills every time. The passion forcing its way out of Young. That tight drum fill brings the synth back and the titular statement.

We slide back to the second verse, but then you come around instantly melting the tension and giving this thing hope, a little smirk of a verse. The bass having just as much fun as these two do. Young shows off the pipes a little, before launching back to that chorus. This time, stadium drums pound early, giving the moment even more force, still growing further and further, I’m having a hard time writing this because I just want to savor it all. Of course a fool for the triplet match of vocals and kick drum.

That guitar solo is wicked, true shredder hours, and thankfully it leads us back to one last chorus. Young and the band giving it everything they’ve got. Fuck. This song really rocks.