Stef Pesic - 'Call Me'

Inventive, introspective and incredibly danceable, ‘Call Me’ is a short but sweet slice of indie pop.
The first cut off a new EP – ‘Now would be good’ – due later in the year, Call Me harks back to the indie sleaze era, with thrashing chorus guitars and a slightly sarcastic delivery, but keeps its feet firmly on the ground with lo-fi production that serves Pesic’s dulcet tones well.
Some brilliant alchemy is at play on the track, with lonely, yearning verses that weave tales of lockdown loneliness with lamenting life “on the dole”. These two sides to Pesic are captured perfectly in the song’s accompanying video, with two versions of himself guiding you through – one in a David Byrne inspired suit, the other perfectly imitating a Job Centre jobsworth. There’s a deeper level to Pesic’s songwriting that’s sure to be brought even further to the fore in future cuts.
It all culminates in a chaotic, cathartic chorus that’s sure to be chanted across venues up and down the country soon enough. Stef Pesic asks “Am I worth your time? That’s your call”. We certainly think so.
Words by Joe Callon
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