“I wanna line my walls with photographs you sent,” Gonzalez begins, his trademark androgynous vocals breathing this seemingly romantic sentiment softly. However, the photographs in question are soon revealed to find the object of his affection “l(fā)ying in your swimsuit on your bed.” “I want to watch you when you’re trying on your clothes,” he sings, a mist of electric guitar swirling around him, “And now you’re all I think about when I’m alone.” His longing verges on a desperation that’s almost creepy, but it’s an earnest expression, and the sincerity with which he craves this person is oddly endearing. Such bare-faced thirst has rarely sounded so tender.
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Greg Gonzalez has such a sweet, languorous voice that it’s easy to overlook how horny he is. As 更多>
Greg Gonzalez has such a sweet, languorous voice that it’s easy to overlook how horny he is. As Cigarettes After Sex, the El Paso-born, Brooklyn-based ambient pop artist makes delicate, dreamy slow-jams with the subtlety of a whisper—only they tend to be about sexting, hookups, and, in one particularly memorable instance, getting naked at the playground. This intriguing combination of the serene and the salacious reaches new heights with “Crush,” the mellow but bawdy new Cigarettes After Sex single. As gentle as a nursery rhyme, and as pent-up as teenage lust, it’s a love letter to that noblest of institutions: really wanting to get laid.
“I wanna line my walls with photographs you sent,” Gonzalez begins, his trademark androgynous vocals breathing this seemingly romantic sentiment softly. However, the photographs in question are soon revealed to find the object of his affection “l(fā)ying in your swimsuit on your bed.” “I want to watch you when you’re trying on your clothes,” he sings, a mist of electric guitar swirling around him, “And now you’re all I think about when I’m alone.” His longing verges on a desperation that’s almost creepy, but it’s an earnest expression, and the sincerity with which he craves this person is oddly endearing. Such bare-faced thirst has rarely sounded so tender.
