I'm a little underwhelmed with Chill Kill. Not to be misunderstood - I like it and I've listened to it at least a dozen times, it's well made and there are a few highlights (especially Underwater, WIESYA? and, funnily enough, Bulldozer) but my expectations for them are always so high that it can be tricky for myself. I think that my main issue is that it's too delicate and lacks RV energy. For example closest to home (SM), most of the songs on Aespa's mini album sound crispy and fresh, but Chill Kill is more subdued and feels tired. I don't know if it makes sense to you, I'm not great at explaining
Hmm I see where you're coming from, but I disagree a bit. I really liked the soft sound and nods to their older discography. While it's not on my top 3 of favorite albums from them, I still like it a lot.
My favorite part of Chill Kill was that beautiful bridge with that 80's synth sound that reminded me of city pop songs which I looooove. While the song was really not what I was expecting, I really enjoyed the blend of red and velvet.
Knock Knock (Who's there?) is so good, and I wish that they were performing it on music shows along with Chill Kill. I KNOW this song will eat so bad with a choreo and live. I love that in the chorus the instrumental keeps going up and amp up the thrill of the song matching the lyrics. And I know I said I was a bit tired of the classical sampling, but they used Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy and I'm a big sucker for ballet. I get why this song was a contender for tittle track, but I think it fits being a b-side better.
Underwater is so cunty and the production is so good. Their vocals are evenly!!!! Kingdom Come you were number 1 for so long and now you've been dethroned in my heart.
WIESYA is really I Just daughter and it's so good!! That empty chorus with just pure instrumental is such a vibe. It's also such a summer night song and it feels like it should be heard in a beach during sunset. Wendy sounds so beautiful in this song and so does Seulgi. I think these types of songs suits Seulgi a lot.
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WIP EXCERPT!!!
I’m pushing tears back into my eyes as I listen to the phone ring, and watch my brother hold it to his ear. The lump in my throat throbs, head filled with pressure. With a shaking breath, I adjust so my forehead rests against the cool window, not caring that I’m jerking and bobbing along with the car as we travel. All I want is to take a nice, hot shower, and maybe not have to worry about disguising myself, being in hiding for the rest of my life.
The phone is held to my brother’s ear in silence for what I feel is a bit too long, but then I remember that my dad is probably working as well as figuring out a way to keep me from getting arrested again- or worse. My eyes are peeled for squad cars, or any suspicious vehicle that seems to be on our tail. I wonder if we should switch our car out. “Dalton, ask if we should get a different car. Maybe we’ve been in this one for too long?” I whisper, running a hand over my face.
He nods in response, greeting our father a second later. “Hi, Dad. I think Abby figured something out, and you’re not going to like it.” There’s a silence as he gets a response from Dad, one I can’t seem to make out. He won’t put the phone on speaker, but I’m too anxious to ask him to do anything about that. I can call my dad later if I want. There’s no energy in my body to think about a full conversation right now. “No… nothing like that. She’s in the back- she’s fine- but something’s off about Lana. Is there any way you could get one of the lawyers to look into her, figure out if she’s hiding something? I saw the card for a private investigator on the fridge. Send it to me, and I could call him if you’re too busy. I know you have stuff going on at work.”
My dad speaks for a long time, but I can’t make out any words. I wish I could; I miss hearing his voice, but maybe it’s best that we don’t talk until this is worked out. I’m endangering Dalton and Zander; I’d hate to bring anyone else down with us if our plan blows up in my face. We’re supposed to be cleaning up this mess- not making it worse. The problem is, I have no plan for how to do the former. The latter is easy.
The only idea in my mind is that we keep running, keep in touch with Dad. He’ll keep working behind the scenes, talking to lawyers about hypotheticals and doing research. I’ll make sure I don’t get myself arrested or worse in the meantime… and I’ll rely on the boys to watch my back. Everyone in my circle knows I haven’t done a good job of that myself lately. I wonder if I’ll ever get that thought out of their heads, and mine.
My brother continues voicing our suspicions, glancing at me in the rearview from time to time. He asks if we need to start worrying, if even bringing her into this ordeal at all is going to throw a wrench in the ever-changing plan to clear my name. I can’t hear my father’s answer, but his tone shifts drastically. I dig my nails into my palms, reminding myself to breathe. Everything will work itself out. We have already started proving my innocence, that I didn’t have a say in any of this. Hopefully, whoever receives that scrap of evidence will have mercy when they realize I’m more or less a fugitive, whether or not this was my doing or first choice.
Raking my hands through my hair in a desperate attempt to break free from the numbness, I yank so hard that tears well in my eyes, but I don’t care. What time is it? Have I been distracted for too long? Glancing around, I see no one following us, no police cars in my field of vision at all. A bit of the tightness in my chest goes away, but I fear it won’t be long before it returns.
“Okay, I’ll look out for it. Thank you, Dad.” Then, I see him shift, feel his eyes linger on my face for a moment longer than last time. “No, she’s out of it. She barely slept last night and she’s not really here right now. Abby’s fine, though, considering. We’re looking after her, she’s safe. I’ll have her call you later.” Muttering on the other end as my father gives his response. I sense the end of the conversation coming soon. “Yes, she’s safe. We’re all okay, just trying to keep moving. Could we switch the car out again? Is there a way you could send one our way by tomorrow?” Another moment of silence as Dad thinks, looks into it. “Perfect. Just let me know. Okay… yeah, I love you, too. Bye, Dad. I miss you.”
I never thought I’d hear my brother say that. They’ve been so distant these past few years, ever since he decided to start the company instead of going to law school. Am I now doomed to follow in my father’s footsteps instead? Will he use Mom’s death against me, too, when I tell him I want to do something else? Or will this ordeal finally put him in his place, realizing that we’re his children and not his replicas?
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Celia: hey is there a way to get all the ones about being buried alive or whatever?
Chester, a good boy screaming to be heard: hello 👋 here is a statement about being buried under the weight of countless artifacts 🪔👗📔🐻🪴🗣️🕰️ at the Hilltop Centre branch of the Oxford Peoples Trust 🕸️🕳️😣
(or, you know. It's a warning. For her, or for the listener. Time will tell, babes!)
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