An invasion of my subconscious telling me that they understand. But the core comfort is the repeated “I know”: the way a familiar person appears in a dream. It’s every kind of comfort I need, like stocking up on food and drink and clothes and blankets and medicine when I’m sick. I feel comforted and powerful in my loneliness when I’m listening to it: The way it all leads to the shouts of “fuck that get money,” the final and definitive kiss-off to love. The cold hits my cheeks as the warm layers of synthesisers chime inevitably. I leave a bar and although it’s still early it’s already dark. I still find parts of myself stuck in its glaring reflection some ten months after its release, but I find clarity in the immediate effect it had on me, one of immense rapture and internal conflict.Ĭlaire Biddles: It was winter when I first heard it and it’s winter now. It recalls how I spent a good chunk of my early 20s: walking along empty boardwalks and towering skyscrapers late at night, listening to the ’80s favorites I’d lose myself to every single Thursday night on a dancefloor in the back of a dive bar. “Somebody Else” continues in the great contemporary tradition of solitary soliloquies along midnight city landscapes, immortalized by one of Healy’s surrogate fathers. How could you possibly articulate about a song that struck a buried nerve, knocked you down on all fours, and engulfed you from the ground up? Well, a few things: For someone who, to me, embodies intoxicating lust and desire to lay their compulsions and contradictions bare feels glorious in its romanticized grandeur. Josh Winters: I don’t even know where to start with this one.

In place of Amnesty Week, this year The Singles Jukebox will review every song off The 1975 album…

Donnie Trumpet & the Social Experiment.

Email (song suggestions/writer enquiries).

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