Taylor has also evolved as a lyricist. No shade to early romps like β70βs Street Munchiesβ or βStole My Push Bike,β but punkβs reigning snarl champion has figured out how to address weighty issues without being didactic or surrendering the snotty squeal that made those early tracks so alluring. On βKnifey,β the band slows it down and lets the barre chords ring, allowing Taylorβs heartbreaking plea to burst through. βββAll I ever wanted was to walk by the park/All I ever wanted was to walk by the river, see the stars/Please! Stop fucking me up,β she begs. But sheβs armed and ready: βOut comes the night, out comes my knifey/This is how I get home nicely.β Taylor is either recalling a personal experience and the knife is her weapon of defense, or sheβs channelling the ubiquitous dread all women face. In switching pronouns from βIβ to βweβ halfway through the track, Taylor inverts the βalone in the pitβ trope from the beginning of the album; this psychic pain is near-universal. But, as ever, Taylorβs knotty internal struggle reigns: βI turn around and backtrack, because I ainβt that tough.β Comfort to Me transports us to a familiar, paradoxical world: uncertain, harsh, and magnetic.
Chris O'Connell on Amyl and the Sniffers' Comfort to me.
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Knifey at Glastonbury 2022.















