From the first breath, a male child is usually taught that softness is sin, that tenderness is weakness, that anything delicate must be buried beneath a harder, colder self. Hands meant for gentleness learn to clench; voices trained for kindness grow sharp. The world builds walls around him, brick by brick, until he forgets what was once inside. But it does not vanish. It lingers in the quiet, in swallowed tears, in the ache of something lost but never gone. To return to it is not surrender—it is salvation. To reclaim what was stolen is to become whole once more.
It is here, at this threshold, that the ‘wyrd sisters’ of Macbeth stand, their voices curling through the air like smoke, summoning forth what was buried. They whisper riddles of fate, of fluidity, of the power in yielding. Their words hold a door: a chance to shed the iron mask, to step beyond fear, to reach for the divine feminine that was cast aside but never truly left.
Seattle’s Hot Hail!, the dazzling creation of songsmith Billy Sigil, channels this reckoning through gothic-laced synth-pop and darkwave, draping WYRD in irresistible hooks and sharp wit. WYRD is a love song sung from the depths—the voice of the forgotten feminine, the wyrd sister forced into the shadows, waiting, watching, never abandoning you. She lingers, patient, unwavering, a silent guardian through childhood’s storms. And if you are brave, you will find her, embrace her, and love her back.
With this danceable yet highly cerebral number, Hot Hail! conjures the brooding beats and melodic ache of Depeche Mode, colliding with the fiery political urgency of R.E.M. Meanwhile, echoes of Visage, Gary Numan, and Ultravox raise a synth-drenched toast from the fringes, their specters flickering in the neon glow. The track pulses with the restless energy of dark romance, fierce defiance, and raw intensity.
“When you’re assigned male at birth, the first woman they teach you to hate is the one that’s inside you,” says Sigil. “Regardless of whether you are cis or trans, she’s beaten out of you before you can walk, until you’re a half-formed thing, desperately searching for what is missing in you, but so imbued with fear and distain for what’s feminine inside you that you aren’t truly capable of loving what’s feminine in the world external to you. This is also essential to the systems of control in this world, who manipulate the loneliness and confusion created by this to brokenness to shape their footsoldiers and overseers.”
Listen to WYRD below and tap into the divine feminine within yourself. You can order the track here.
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