Esthy’s latest single, “What’s it Gonna Take”, feels like the sound of rain falling on a sun-drenched cactus. You’re never quite sure if it needs saving—thriving in its dryness or quietly gasping for water. Heartbreak bruises softly here. It doesn’t shout, it observes. The lyrical questions spin on a slow axis: “Was it me? Did […]
"What's it Gonna Take": Esthy's Powerful Ballad of Desperation and Longing Esthy’s latest single, "What's it Gonna Take", feels like the sound of rain falling on a sun-drenched cactus. You're never quite sure if it needs saving—thriving in its dryness or quietly gasping for water. https://open.spotify.com/track/5YqzjDifXtsZTdea85fwrU?si=lD5I_KlwSaOPruQeXz1DJg Heartbreak bruises softly here. It doesn’t shout, it observes. The lyrical questions spin on a slow axis: “Was it me? Did I miss that crack in the windshield when the road looked perfect?” Yet, here’s the killer—Esthy knows the car crashed miles ago. Or maybe it’s still veering off in slow motion. Who’s to say? But boy, does she wish she could rewind to that dizzy twist of fate that wasn't quite yet fated. Vocally, Esthy hovers like smoke, but with resolve—the kind of voice that carries both weight and wind at the same time. It matches the thick, spatial production underneath. A lot of pop-RnB these days is glossy and vacant, but the production here feels rich like the inside of a thousand-year-old tree. You know it’s been through some stuff. [caption id="attachment_57061" align="alignnone" width="1432"]
