Georgia Crandon Explores Love’s Intoxication in “Relapse”

Ever tried trapping lightning in a bottle made of cotton candy? That’s what listening to Georgia Crandon’s “Relapse” is. The latest single from her self-titled debut is much like riding a neon rollercoaster through the labyrinthine alleyways of infatuation; it’s a true visual odyssey, brilliantly painted with sound.

Crandon digs deeper to flesh out the paradoxical ecstasy of love and addictions; she seems to equate synthetic highs with natural euphoria, as though she were turning feelings into alchemical musical notes. Her voice runs with mercury on glass: shimmering, yet wild. The sound of Darren Bazzoni’s production evokes a milieu that’s almost retro but never dustyᅳlike Casablanca with electric guitars.

In “Relapse,” love isn’t just a gentle nudge that is a baby elephant hug. It is more a kind of quicksand that appears to be solid ground, which drags you into it with every seen-but-dashed-to-the-seas call toward some paradisiacalᅳthough it could turn paroxicmal (yep, I meant that). This song isn’t so much a pop-rock anthem as it is a sonic Rorschach test: do you see beauty or peril?

One just can’t seem to shake the irony-laced messaging deeply looped within those harmonic hooks: the intoxicating first blushes versus an inevitable emotional comedown. Isn’t this cycle older than freaking Nero? Maybe it’s Narcissus peering into his own trap once again, but Pink Floyd is playing softly in another room.

Georgia leaves us standing on the edge of a cliff considering our own vices, wrapped up prettily in metaphoric endorphins. Whose grip can we escape from?

When the last note has died, ponder the silencing echoes of your own relapsesᅳmusical or otherwise.

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