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Bombay Bicycle Club Are At a Loss For Words With "I Can Hardly Speak"

It's the latest single from the band's forthcoming fifth album.

Bombay Bicycle Club have built much of their shapeshifting indie pop from poetic, expressive lyricism, but even still, finding the words to express themselves can pose a challenge.

The London band depicts these struggles on "I Can Hardly Speak," the latest single from their forthcoming record Everything Else Has Gone Wrong. Atop the march of a steady snare drum and a chugging synth melody, singer Jack Steadman relays how debilitating that muteness can be: "I got that ego, what do I know? / It don't mean much to me / Fall away now, on my way down / It's all I know and I can hardly speak."


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With its mix of standard rock instrumentation and dashes of electronic production, "I Can Hardly Speak" falls in line with the sleek crossover of 2011's A Different Kind of Fix or 2013's emboldened So Long, See You Tomorrow. It feels entirely Bombay, and although they might be grasping for words, "I Can Hardly Speak" sounds incredibly eloquent.

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Grimes Is Selling a Piece of Her Soul, Because of Course She Is

You can bid on a legal document that grants you ownership of a percentage of Grimes' soul.

If you're feeling particularly soulless as of late, you're not alone!

Grimes, who birthed both a studio album and her first son earlier this year, isn't letting a world in shambles keep her from Grimesing on. She's now dabbling into fine art too, making her debut in simultaneous online exhibitions on Gallery Platform Los Angeles (May 28 through June 3) and Maccarone Los Angeles (May 28 through Aug. 31). The show is called Selling Out and features a piece also called "Selling Out" that contains part of Grimes' soul.

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Soccer Mommy Grieves Passing Time with "yellow is the color of her eyes"

Sophie Allison's second new song this year comes to terms with the dissociation of life on the road.

Brian Ziff

Sophie Allison has experienced a whirlwind in the two years since her momentous debut Clean struck the indie rock world.

Her career might still be in its early stages, but Allison knows firsthand the crushing side effects of ceaseless touring. She hints at them on "yellow is the color of her eyes," Soccer Mommy's second new single of the year. The seven-minute epic is Allison at her dreamiest, her featherlight vocals backed by hypnotic, descending guitar riffs that feel more detached than the grungy spirit that permeated Clean. These aesthetics are a fitting backdrop for the story of "yellow," in which her fears of losing time culminate as she misses her mom back at home. As Allison sings of time escaping her, "yellow" invokes a similar lapse in time as its spellbinding pace drifts on.

Allison is proficient in catchy melodies and couplets, of which "yellow" contains plenty: "I'm falling apart over a memory / And the weight in my heart is getting too heavy / 'Cause every word is a nail that slips in slowly / And I can't hammer it down enough to keep holding." But even with her poppy roots guiding her, Allison still often embraces the grim and grotesque. She blatantly alludes to her mother's eventual death here—"Loving you isn't enough, you'll still be deep in the ground when it's done"—the type of sudden, wide-eyed realizations that comprise the best Soccer Mommy songs.

Allison is an endlessly sharp and stirring songwriter; and as the extended coda of "yellow" gives way to beguiling electric guitar and harp solos, it invites us to think about where time and life have escaped us, even at home.