There is something in the human spirit that enjoys a good car wreck. Notably, if it is not anyone we know … okay, anyone we directly care about … maybe. The symbolic cover shot for this feature, and its represented song, remind me of something my first wife (meh) once told me. At the end of our ever-so rocky relationship, she informed me that of all the many arguments we had shared, of all the times we had blustered and flustered each other, of all the times I had gloriously won said arguments (most all of them by my unofficial tally), she had let me win every single one. And so in a moment, this beautiful (did I mention brilliant?) woman took back every, single, victory I thought I had managed. A devastating below-the-belt shot, dangling wreckage likely carelessly earned and rightfully deserved.
“You crossed your lover.
But you’ll never win another one no,
I win every time”
The Mysterines are a British alternative rock band from Liverpool comprising Lia Metcalfe (vocals and guitar), George Favager (bass guitar), Callum Thompson (guitar and backing vocals), and Paul Crilly (drums and backing vocals). Uncowardly and bracingly in-your-face, this band knows how to fuck you hard like you like it best.
Revving, finger-bleeding guitars power up to an atomic crescendo while drums pound a relentless tattoo. 19 year-old frontwoman Lia Metcalfe growls her refrain, embodying an unhinged persona with skillful ease. In the accompanying video, shot in isolation, Metcalfe behaves like the total rockstar she’s becoming – losing her mind in an attic bedroom filled with detritus, cigarettes and Jack Daniels.~ gigwise.com
“You begged for forgiveness.
You know I tried.
But now, your sorry mother will sing,
‘I win every time'”
The music video is an evident homage to PJ Harvery’s 1990’s crotch-arousing ground-breaking “Man-Size” (puns nakedly intentional and markedly required). Both videos, brazenly bared below, stretch achingly thin fabric over netherregions (U.K., naughty bits) in a not-so-subtle effort to make their points (OK, that one was unintentional, but I like it, so it stays.) Harvey’s lyrics are unwaveringly direct if nearly menacing in their sexual ferocity. The Mysterines’ perhaps less so, a more I win, you win, tit for that, who dares wear the pants in this relationship. God, I kill myself.
“I’m still winning baby.
No use in stopping me.
I win every single time.
EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN TIME!“
Wikipedia’s contributions held nothing back, naturally scoring again