Pierle's presumably second-language lyrics of loopy, romantic psychobabble ("I've still got this rage like some stomach ball striking penalty in my goal") don't bare close inspection, although some metaphors are hard to miss ("after 10 days of rain everything's soaking... wet"). But it's her voice?a...
Pierle’s presumably second-language lyrics of loopy, romantic psychobabble (“I’ve still got this rage like some stomach ball striking penalty in my goal”) don’t bare close inspection, although some metaphors are hard to miss (“after 10 days of rain everything’s soaking… wet”). But it’s her voice?a Bush-like yodel?and arrangements, with co-writer/producer Koen Gisen, which make this stand out. Harmonising lushly with herself on “Once Again”, and cross-breeding Blur’s “Song 2” with Village Green Kinks on “Sing Song Sally”, this is, amid longueurs, pop of great promise.