Ciara Fragale’s “Lose My Cool”, a song about “the frustration of not experiencing frustration,” is a delicious hearkening back to 70s rock mixed with a new wave sensibility. Sounding like a heady combination of Weyes Blood, Linda Ronstadt, and Gossip, Fragale’s sweet croon hovers over a pulsing bassline evoking the feeling of a long-ago summer ride in the “way back” of an old station wagon, eating popsicles with the back window cracked open.
Ranging from Motown-inspired heartbreak pop to modern and cerebral indie rock, Ciarra Fragale is a unique songwriter in a sea of 80s wannabes. She hops back a full decade further. Pounding keys, angular guitars, and steady driving beats grace this buoyant and emotive track. Her voice quavers with a desire to be heard and a need for exorcism, all the while futilely attempting to maintain control.
“This song is a love letter to all of the times that I should have gotten mad,” she says. “I’m not an overtly reactive person, though, there have been times in my life that I wish I had been. This was the product of finally allowing myself to freak out about some things. A one-night, marathon session. I ran around the house, ripped up paper, burned things in a fire pit, played guitar really loud, and just had a cathartic experience with myself. Once I got it all out there, I took a deep breath, went back to my guitar, and started writing. I think a lot of people can relate to wanting to just lose your sh*t sometimes. It was a whirlwind of a night, I stayed up until 2am writing and recording this song. I’ve never had a writing experience like that before.”
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Fragale, originally from New York’s Hudson Valley, currently resides in Western Massachusetts and works as a vintage wholesaler.
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