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Elizabeth Hume’s “August” Unveils a Totally different Aspect to Summer season

Elizabeth Hume’s “August” Unveils a Totally different Aspect to Summer season


Nicely. How about we get trustworthy?

Like lots of people on this world, I wrestle with melancholy. Extreme for awhile, now it’s simply extreme nervousness and average melancholy (woohoo!). It’s tremendous… effectively, not enjoyable, loads of the time. Even now I’m about three minutes away from a seaside and I wrestle to rise up and go take a look at the water some days. And I generally really feel actually ashamed and ungrateful for that.

However it’s what it’s. When the actually dangerous bouts come up, even peeling your self away from bed is Herculean. Sisyphean. A full Greek tragedy unfolding.

Consider when it comes
When one thing is incorrect
Don’t go away it / alone…

A darkish feeling
I might see it coming / on…

August is a ravishing month, a ravishing identify, Swift’s “August” is my favourite of her works. Actually, I like every little thing “au”lish as a rule: aubades (odes to the daybreak), auspicious occasions, audio (music!), au, au, au, the sound itself is golden with out the periodic desk spoiling the reply.

However apart from hazy golden hours, August may be oppressive. I keep in mind a brief story I learn in my highschool English class, August Warmth by W.F. Harvey, a few man who takes refuge from a serial killer by, foolishly, ready the night time on the precise serial killer’s home. It ends, 

“… the warmth is stifling. It is sufficient to ship a person mad.”

Fittingly, Hume’s instagram exhibits she’s learn Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar, a uniquely darkish & diaristic novel, that famously opens, “It was a queer, sultry summer time, the summer time they electrocuted the Rosenbergs,” instantly revealing our narrator sees the darker facet of the season of heat and celebration.

My one pal, born 8/8, loves the way in which the date yawns into infinity. A bit magical, slightly profound, slightly eerie.

That’s all to say, it jogs my memory of one thing I realized lately. That in January, when it’s coldest, the earth is definitely the closest it’ll be to the solar all 12 months – orbitally, or no matter phrase smarter individuals use. It’s referred to as Perihelion. Its reverse, Aphelion, is in July, when earth is so far as it’ll be from the solar. What an odd mismatch, but in addition what an ideal equilibrium! Apart from August’s pretty warmth is its heaviness, the thickness of pleasure all of the extra noticeable when it isn’t synthesizing in an ailing physique or thoughts. Warmth throughout, however feeling slightly chilly inside.

I’ll go down / to the water
after I’m feeling higher
when this raging warmth in my head subsides

Now not lay in mattress / with drained eyes
the place I barely converse or suppose
make myself a meal
we’re all about to heal / now…

Most of Hume’s music is melancholic, a minimum of slightly bit, and “August” so evocatively describes the way it feels to fall right into a depressive bout it’s no marvel she takes inspiration from Sylvia Plath. It was Plath’s capacity to make the melancholic lovely and actual that has made her e book relatable to Hume now sixty years later. And it’s Hume’s track now that made me really feel slightly higher about being caught in mattress at the moment, simply outdoors of all the enjoyment round me, unable to traverse the unattainable path between myself and the waters that simply may heal me.

However I can’t / learn the indicators
when my head is cloudy
and every little thing is out of my thoughts
when every little thing is out of my thoughts

I don’t need to go away now
Maintain my concern and say goodbye
thought that I’d be scared,
however I’m terrified

The drums take part; a smattering of metal guitar fills the space. Hume drags and warbles the top of strains, as if snagging and falling off. Her guitar provides sparse help as occasional vortex-like harmonies distort the vocals. 

out of my shell / your burn me down
myself, I assumed I might belief
I hate the way in which you make me suppose
you’re related as hell

Paying homage to early Suki Waterhouse, or Candy Journey, Hume continues an ethereal rhythm out into the remainder of the track that leaves one feeling seen and slightly uplifted. Little bit of a deepcut, however I’m additionally reminded of Loveholic’s “Flowerpot,” which hits that good midspace between solemnity and craving.

“August” is part of an EP, “Wake Me Up Once I’m Older,” which is simply as worthwhile of a pay attention. Whereas I hope we are able to all expertise the extra golden, kinder hues of summer time, I hope that this track finds you as consolation if – generally – it’s slightly extra gloomy.

Care for your self, pals.

Make myself a meal… we’re all gonna heal now…



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