Longtime listener, first-time caller. S/O to Seattle's Michael Hadreas, who I first heard on KEXP years and years ago. His whole catalog is worth exploring (I particularly love 2020's "Set My Heart on Fire Immediately") and this one is from "Glory," due out later this spring. This dude has long touched on issues of importance to the LGBTQ community -- this track certainly includes some of these -- but we all do him/his music a disservice to categorize it as anything other than "fucking great" which best describes this song's ascending and descending guitar chords, heartbroken vocals and his transformation from diva/dandy to fully-blown (ironic/send-up of a) Hell's Angel, which is very much in tune with the weirdly toxic masculinity that seems to be so omnipresent right now. "It's a chorus reaching for us/ Swarming locusts wherever you go" Hells yes I can't wait for the full LP to drop.
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