Pascal Shrady’s debut is pitched as ‘an epic synth-pop dramedy about love, lust and heartbreak’. With his lilting brogue of as vocal that sounds more Irish than Los Angeles (although he was actually born in Germany), and easy melody, Shrady delivers a song that’s buoyant and poppy, although one suspects the title and the lyrics will preclude it from any significant airplay.
I can’t shake the image of collective crapping even when hearing the words ‘I had my shit together now I’m all fucked up’, as he sings in the chorus.
Both musically and lyrically, it’s incredibly simple and naïve, and the execution is basic at best.
Shrady may have immense ambition and ideas, but he’s really going to have to get his shit together and do better than this to make the break.
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