Pitchfork

The racket coming out kids' bedrooms changes, but there will probably always be songs about having, as the Beach Boys put it, "a world where I can go and tell my secrets to." On "I'm Very Scared Buster, Yes At Last", Oxford, UK-based George Pringle gives a dramatic monologue about everyday youthful lovesickness over digital beats, wordless backing vocals, and a spare bass line provided by an iBook G4 she's named Truman. "I'm off to hibernate," she sings in between spoken-word verses, and it's easy to picture her heading up to her room to LiveJournal her weekend, messing around on GarageBand and fighting an awful cold. The typewriter sound effects seem anachronistic.

Pringle's lyrics are strikingly detailed, mostly avoiding the common melodramatic pitfalls. Pringle conveys her malaise through descriptions of everything but the boy (though she does mention males' "hearts of stone"): the wind gripping her neck, the scratchiness of her throat from cigarettes, the sun hitting panes of glass on a beautiful Sunday. She ends by naming off the items she sees around her, as the computerized cymbals grow glitchier and more frenzied: "Iron, book, remote control/ Hope I die before I get old/ Jumper, CD, glasses case/ I haven't got a heart to break," Pringle repeats. Meet the new kids, same as the old kids. In their rooms causing a different commotion. (via RCRD LBL)

Stream/MP3:> George Pringle: "I'm Very Scared Buster, Yes At Last"
[from the Poor EP, Poor EP Without a Name... EP; due to be self-released in February]