Sorry, Heels, an Italian Darkwave act, has unfurled a hypnotic new track: the eerie She Burns, from their new album SHE (Shades of Sound / Wave Records).
The new track – indeed, Sorry, Heels‘ entire new album – is entirely dedicated to the love journey of a woman who faces infatuation, falling in love, disappointment, and frustration. Both the lyrics and the sounds were written in an attempt to evoke all the various stages she has endured.
The accompanying video depicts the band in a live performance with mood lighting, which really sets a visual spark for the haunting song.
Sorry, Heels were born in Frosinone (Italy) in 2010. With a fresh lineup change, the band marks a radical change in their sound, abandoning rock standards and diverting their compositions towards electronic music referencing new wave and early post-punk. The relaxed and sensual SHE invokes dream and synth-pop influences with ethereal and suffused atmospheres.
After two self-produced EPs, 2013’s Wasted and Distances (2014), their first album, The Accuracy of Silence, was released on the Finnish label Gothic Music Records in 2015. SHE is due out in 2021.
Watch the video below:
Produced by Filippo Strang at VDSS Studio, “She” features Bubi (Flying Vaginas, Charlotte Oaks), Wellworn Banana (Flying Vaginas), and Strang himself (Flying Vaginas, Stranger Paws) as instrumentalists.
“She” is set for release on X via Shades of Sound Records/Wave Records.
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