Sign up for the 10 to Hear newsletter here.The final track on Indigo De Souza’s sophomore album in 2021, Any Shape You Take, was “Kill Me,” a song she wrote at a very low time in her life. (Pitchfork earns a commission from purchases made through affiliate links on our site.)Ĭatch up every Saturday with 10 of our best-reviewed albums of the week. De Souza channels this message on “Ghost,” where her gentle deflation of a partner’s ego leads up to one of the album’s biggest kiss-offs: “I like sleeping in your bed/But honey, I’ve got my own at home.” It’s a subtle and gentle reassurance of the solitary worlds we create for ourselves. But weirdos, outcasts, and introverts are good at spending time alone. “I’m not the girl you thought I was, but I am close,” she sings on “Good Heart.” Moments like these are fleeting, instantly sobered by either others’ rejection or her own dissatisfaction. Instead of languishing there, she offers subdued reminders of love in other forms: “I don’t need anyone to love me/I love my mom more than any of you fools,” she sings on “Ghost.” The titular phrase feels like a small yet significant victory.Īt times, De Souza sounds like she’s on track to reaching the closest thing to inner peace, or at least a kind of passive resignation.
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De Souza’s songs pinpoint the unrequited crushes, the empty hookups, the unsung situationships-seemingly minor entanglements that might not evoke the full agony of heartbreak, but when compounded, become steady omens of romantic futility. I Love My Mom isn’t explicitly a breakup album its subjects are too ambiguous to fall into the “relationship” category.
The album’s centerpiece, the jaunty “Take Off Ur Pants,” assesses her perceived shortcomings relative to the rest of the population: “When am I gonna go back to school like everybody else does?/When am I gonna start being cool like everybody else is?” She describes mental and emotional woes both in quotidien metaphors about dirty dishes and in dramatic, nihilistic terms: “I need to be kicked, maybe fucked, maybe told I’m in the way,” she repeats on opener “How I Get Myself Killed.” Her voice flits between breathy murmurs and emphatic wallops at times, her vibrato resembles that of fellow Asheville resident Angel Olsen. Now in her mid-20s, De Souza explores alienation in much the same way that Phil Elverum, one of her inspirations, has explored the facets of death: How do you keep going when misery seems inevitable? I Love My Mom doesn’t attempt to find the answer, but to navigate each phase of solitude as it arrives.
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