Thursday, 19 November 2015
HELLO BY ADELE by Daisy Waitherero Wambua
A strong cocktail of emotions and power vocals undeniably makes one’s soul quiver. She possesses such an alluring voice that gives will to your heart, at the same time suppressing it. She leaves you twirling in emotions of mortality and incandescent peace. She gets you angry, remorseful and resentful for a love never felt. Then again soothe, bewilder and solidify you enough to be aloof and forget you had water boiling. You will find yourself dating a stranger, falling deep in love, becoming unfaithful, breaking up, and picking it up with someone else. Thereafter, call the prior seven years later. ‘Hello it’s me’. All this happens in your head.
Hello by Adele has been topping charts since its debut. It’s the type of song that brings El Nino to your heart. Everyone (read sadist) loves listening to it, Rihanna is threatened by the musical prowess and Taylor Swift needs a new ex-boyfriend. If I was in the music industry, I would probably be Beyoncé; the queen sticks to her throne. Jennifer Hudson do not be bothered, you blessed child (black American accent). All other self-proclaimed artists, well you are ‘all other’ now quit playing. Probably you haven’t been in a relationship or you are yet to care enough but once you listen you will wallow in a darkness so deep, you will crave hell. Adele is definitely hypnotic, no other song will be close enough to help you heal that open scar she leaves. With songs that are so intricately assembled- she will let you feel the fire, be kind enough to help you tender the scald only to burn you in the next album.
A series of emotional turmoil engulfed by four words, a couple of lines and one singer that can take you there. A vocal belt that can strangle you and lyrics that can put you in shambles. This is the song that defeats all the reasoning that made you save your ex-partners phone number. But if they call a thousand times just pick it. Adele managed to slay all functional relationships and make a million dollars in a week. It’s real talent, believe me.
Choose wise, choose Fetty – ‘Hey Wassup Hellnoh!!!’ and do not look for anybody, Lionel Richie was just playing.