Mitski has done it. She has obtained the power to make me cry in public from just a song. She has found the deep folds of love that are so absolutely personal that I never knew it was something you could put a finger on. Be The Cowboy has found them, and laid it out in such a perfectly simple and poetic way, it’s without a doubt Mitski’s best album.
I could sit here and hyper analyze her lyrics, but honestly it’d be a waste of time. Every song on this album nails its point. The average on this album are two minute songs, 4 verses not typically repeated
To start off, an absolute gem on this album is “A Pearl.” The lyrics in this song blew me away in how simple she made such a complex mental situation. The song starts off soft with her lonesome vocals apologizing, “Sorry I don’t want your touch/ it’s not that I don’t want you/ sorry I can’t take your touch.” This then opens up musically and lyrically as she explains where she mentally goes in these situations.
And nobody told me it ended
And it left a pearl in my hand
And I roll it around
Every night, just to watch it glow
Every night, baby, that’s where I go
Just to watch it glow
The advancement this album has made in Mitski’s sound could not had come at a more perfect time. Allowing her vocals to be pristine and vulnerable has in turn allowed her beautiful writing to sit right up front and hit home hard.
“Pink In The Night,” “A Horse Named Cold Air” and “Geyser” all share that deep melancholic feeling that sits so personally. She takes a cold hand and sets it on your back reminding you of all of your heartbreak and depression that you should sit and ponder on with her through her songs.
She then gives a nice counter to the sadness with a more open upbeat sound with “Me and My Husband,” “Why Didn’t You Stop Me,” “Washing Machine,” and “Nobody.” These songs give strong St. Vincent, Hotel Eden, disco-pop sounding music. These breather songs are important but also not out of place.
This perfect balance between the quaint, and sometimes a lonesome sound and the disco-pop was a dose needed in this vulnerable album. It is also important to realize that even in these slight breather songs, they don’t let up lyrically. She continues to lay out her exhausted self so purely through these tracks, just to something you want to dance to.
She then caps off this beautiful album with the most on-themed song, “Two Slow Dancers.” Slow, passionate, and captivating. Ending an album about the deep folds of love that highlights the imperfect reality.
By Sara Wallace