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No Longer Pop’s Best-Kept Secret

I’ve never seen a music video compliment a song as well as this. We’re brought into a world of Pokemon gone punk, of large eyes, and of shapes and images that are themselves nostalgic, but with animation fluid enough to engage even the most technologically-modernized.

 

THE BLSSM’s voice is raw, yet light, asking and answering their own question — what happens next? “Who’s to say that we’re gonna stay the same, every day it’s all changing… Who’s to say to say that it’s gonna be ok, every day it’s all changing.” Fear of the future, confusion amidst love — fortunately, THE BLSSM doesn’t leave us with unanswered questions. With an acoustic guitar-led final chorus that explodes back into dizzying synth and sparkling squeaks, THE BLSSM wordlessly evokes the feeling of a quiet realization, blown into an optimism that’s not naive, but accepting of the risk.

 

“Who’s To Say” speaks to me in a way I wish someone had spoken to me when I was younger. With phrases like “sixteen and you took a bullet,” sung wistfully, almost apologetically, as if to say I wish you didn’t have to go through what you went through, THE BLSSM carefully and kindly guides listeners through introspection that sounds like a love song. It’s a song for driving with the windows down, a song for shyly giving your first crush a peck on the cheek, and a song for realizing the potentially mutually assured destruction that comes with aging alongside yourself. It’s a song that reminds me of when I was 13, on the 4th of July, in the passenger seat while my dad drove me to the park to watch the fireworks with my best friends — we were on the highway, and we were seeing the most brilliant and firefly sunset I’d ever seen in my hometown — nothing was blocking the sky, you could practically see the earth curve. I can hear THE BLSSM singing as I see myself in my memories, at the park, watching the fireworks from the top of an 8-ft tall chain-link fence, jumping down and ripping my jean shorts, wiping away the blood and tasting the remnants of my popsicle.

 

“Who’s To Say” is both a nervous acknowledgment but a hopeful promise that we are always changing, that nothing is guaranteed, and that sometimes, all we can do is flop on the couch and lay in the sun.

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