Video Compact - 'Wax Poetics'

Copenhagen outfit Video Compact make their debut with moody, melodic alt pop tune, 'Wax Poetics'.

Opening to the sound of fuzzy, distorted instrumentation, woven into clean, airy beats, 'Wax Poetics' gets off to a conflicted yet complimentary start, pairing a dark undercurrent with uplifting feelings of joy and hope. 

'Wax Poetics' is an atmospheric and melodic piece of music which generates  a gorgeous, minimal dance beat, all the while remaining grounded and steady. The vocal is an absolute treat, gently caressing the ears with  melancholic yet welcoming emotion, as it drifts in and out of the production like a cool breeze (and probably tastes of  oranges, bananas, pears).

On that note, lyrically the track is a quirky, poetic, love song cleverly integrating thoughtful lyricism with somewhat nonsensical ramblings. However,  it is rooted in exploring that real, warts and all love, devoid of romanticism, yet rich in poetry. I've found myself so wrapped up in the affecting, swirling melodies of 'Wax Poetics' I started to wear each note as if it were my most favourite, comfortable sweater. 

Words of Karla Harris

you never know if it's the right time if the night time's right guess you could check anytime online you’d rather wait for the tide in Flip flops, and sports socks, you're a cool Breeze inflame my tic tac teeth, blue blood, and busted knee here everything is bared you're throwing hissy fits new psych pop vinyl sound better on cassette the pounding of rain on the bus window is it poetic? sorrow comes in pairs, we are waltzing through intact, Sinatra vinyl sound better up in FLAC the pounding of rain on the bus window is it poetic? so i got home, turned the TV on, to a betting ad and as real lives of real rich wives unfold i could just kick back in faded kicks and tube socks, you’re a cool breeze inflame my mossy teeth, blue blood, and busted knee now everything is near i see you’re part of it new psych pop vinyl sound better on cassette the pounding of rain on the city bus window is it poetic I see 20-something clear I’m waltzing through intact Sinatra vinyl sound better up in FLAC the pounding of rain on the city bus window waxes poetic Our sorrow comes impaired the liquor tastes of, it’s like it tastes of, like it tastes of you oranges bananas pears