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Well it feels exactly like Cigarettes’ After Sex…
I first discovered CAS, when I saw someone listening to them on Spotify while they had their account connected to Discord. Not necessarily a friend of mine rather just a passerby, perhaps their unknowing purpose was just to introduce me to this dreamlike state that this band evokes. Although if I try to think even before that I do believe I saw these words “Cigarettes After Sex” eitheras username of strangers online or people putting it as their biography on their internet profiles.
Believing it to be nothing more than an actual cool name for your online presence or just a reference to something I might not have knowledge of, I moved on. Finding CAS later could be considered a beautiful accident, as I found them when I needed something to resonate with a quiet, unspoken part of my heart.
Yes, those were the first lines from the first song I heard of them. This single line paired with the seductive melody was just enough to make me fall in love with this band.
Cigarettes After Sex have mastered the art of combining music with the voice of Greg Gonzalez to put their listener into that constant state of melancholy.
One thing anyone who listened to CAS would have noticed about them is the acoustic nature of music that really gives direction to their songs. Each of their songs has in some sense a similar tone but just different enough to make the listener fall in love with the band once again.
One could argue and one must argue that whether the “sameness” can rather cause boredom or become too predictable. Actually No, not everyone is looking for unfamiliarity when it comes to music. Cigarettes After Sex provides that persistent melodic hum while slightly changing their art in each of their album. Greg’s lyrics, often deeply personal, feel like an ongoing stream of consciousness, a mesmerizing journey into a sadness that has no clear reason, more like a hallucination of the soul.
Maybe I went a bit too far, Or maybe not? I can’t really find the words to explain the experience and I do consider it as my own flaw. In the beginning I wrote that “
Well it feels exactly like Cigarettes’ After Sex…”.
That was just a thought in my mind when the voice inside me asked that why does this feel so good. I should really clear the air: I am a virgin. So what is all this nonsense? It’s more about ho… It was just a thought.
A thought but a beautiful one. The somewhat “erotic” lyrics in Greg’s voice combined with the bass, drums and guitar to me actually felt like a mystical
haze of smoke. or maybe it was just my thought.
not SO NORMAL Days
1/1/2025
Arthur Kenway
