5. Suck the Blood from My Wound
Weird, non-musical, things at the beginning or ends of songs usually bug me when included in a playlist, but every once in a while, I find a song that I vibe with so much that I can’t help but include it. This is one of those songs.
There’s so many good rhymes in this song. Feels like every couple of lines there’s something that’s both unexpected and also the only thing that could possibly be there.
“The narrative thread is I’m in love with an angel, and a government is after us, and we have to leave home because angels are illegal, as is harbouring angels. The term ‘transangelic’ refers to the fact people become angels because they grow wings. They have an operation, and they’re transformed. And it causes panic because some people think it’s contagious, or it should just be outlawed.”
The concept serves as a loose metaphor for queer liberation, and on “Wound,” it’s a literal story of underdog pain and defiance. Furman’s narrator is injured and his angel has just broken out of the hospital as the pair set off, still bleeding, on a desperate escape. The distorted low end sounds like it’s throbbing from the speakers of their getaway car, and the snarled hook echoes: “Angel, don’t fight it—to them, you know we’ll always be freaks.” Half the pleasure is in Furman’s songwriting, conversational yet packed with visceral detail and novel rhymes (“Pasadena / deus ex machina”).
~ Spin