![]() ![]() All the while Hozier's voice is gorgeous as always and his lyrics as evocative and intimate as they get. Each of these elements become less and less controlled over the course of the song, culminating in the third verse with the open hi-hat, the guitar's yearning countermelody, the piano in perpetual descent, the choir finally singing without restraint. Throughout the first verse voices that want to sing are made to hum, the guitar is granted short moments to breathe before being muted again, and the drums take on the role of a steadied heartbeat, a careful march, threatening to break composure with each snare. The whole song carries a seething anger, a rage restrained just under the surface, prevented from being expressed the way it demands to be. My life is divided into pre- and post-Arsonist's Lullabye first listen, it's such a cathartic thing. ![]()
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