You tell me that you’re leaving
You tell me that you’re going away
I left my heart on the table yesterday
Forest Circles, the brainchild of sonic daydreamer Angel Ocana, is back on the scene, once again weaving a musical tapestry that spools together strands of post-punk, dream pop, and shoegaze, creating a fresh sound at once reminiscent of the ethereal haze of the late 80s and early 90s.
“Cry” is a dream pop gem that channels the folk-infused melodies and vocal harmonies of the 60s. The track is awash with reverb and distortion, creating a sonic seascape of heartfelt emotion and lyrical sincerity. A standout guitar solo soars above the mix, while the percussive patter mirrors the rhythm of rain against a windowpane.
The lyrical content of “Cry” delves into the raw and painful realm of love slipping away. The song’s protagonist grapples with the harsh reality of a partner preparing to exit their shared life, a situation that leaves the protagonist’s emotions exposed and vulnerable.
The accompanying video for “Cry” is a testament to Forest Circles’ love for the abstract, leaving the music to sigh its meaning on its own. It’s a mesmerizing display of pulsating and flickering geometric shapes that dance in the darkness.
Dive into the video below:
“Cry” is the follow-up to the Doorway Cutter EP, which dropped in December 2022. This stunning new single is hopefully a harbinger of more melancholic melodies to lose ourselves within and drown in the otherworldy sound.
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