Forced Random :: "No Words"

Slow and hushed, like a Velvet Underground jam whispered by Elliot Smith across a pillow, Forced Random builds a tiny tower of bedroom pop on "No Words". The lyrics center on remembrance, the dual power and weakness of words circling a rhyme scheme that anchors on the hook "before". A simple organ progression labors next to a plaintive guitar line: slow, sad and uncompromising. The physical world of "No Words" is small but the imagined one proves dense and difficult, a Wes Anderson montage waiting to happen, a universe of small victories and ever greater losses.

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