SOAK - Everybody Loves You

SOAK - Everybody Loves You

 Derry-born singer-songwriter SOAK has returned from her sabbatical. One of the most
prolific young artists in the country, SOAKs newest single Everybody Loves You is a melancholy tale of hopeless love. Emotive and refined, SOAK pulled out the stops for her first release in two years. By drawing on modern pop and soul music, SOAK sounds much like herself but more: a fuller, more mature sound, flanked by incremental changes the make all the difference. From the fuller pitch to the backing vocals and an addition of strings, Everybody Loves You has the same raw vulnerability of her first album but with a razor sharp sophistication.

 Dreamy thought the composition may be, the story in Everybody… is one of pain. SOAK does her best to convince herself she is immune (“I was built from concrete…”) but ultimately her efforts end in vain (“I been getting no sleep…”). The restrained pull of Everybody… matches the level-headed delivery of the lyrics which only seems to emphasise the story through their juxtaposition. The titular line is crooned out - “Everybody Wants You… Everybody Loves You…” with an operatic resignation, reminiscent of The Carpenters. A siren song for the broken-hearted, the resigned sadness of Everybody… is compulsively gratifying. SOAK hasn’t missed a beat.

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