Thursday, July 16th, 2020

PVRIS – Gimme a Minute

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Oliver Maier: I gave them three and a half and all they did was try and sell me a PS5.

Will Adams: It’s easy enough to dismiss “Gimme a Minute” as being Billie Eil-ish (especially the way the “I think I’m losing my mind” fill echoes “like I wanna end me”), but that ignores everything PVRIS add to the framework that make it their own. Where Billie murmurs, Lynn Gunn roars. Her signature rasp throughout portends an eventual release, and it arrives via a scuzzy e.guitar break. Should the “dark pop” label need any reviving, this can be patient zero.

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: “Gimme a Minute” doesn’t come alive until the last minute, when the PVRIS’s latent emotional trauma finally combusts. Before that switch flips, the track lags, but purposefully: sonically manifesting mental health doldrums as well as any other artist in the post-Billie Eillish world. 

Alfred Soto: Fever Ray sped up and schlocked up, awaiting the right remix.

Thomas Inskeep: 5 years ago, PVRIS were making some shit-hot 1982 DO(hard)R. Now, apparently, they just wanna be a lame dance-pop version of Paramore. No thanks.

Edward Okulicz: For any criticism you might level at Billie Eilish, her songs and sounds are never aimless; PVRIS swipe her intonation on one or two lines but none of her acuity and focus. When the guitars come in the song really ramps up to top speed, but you’ve got too much padding. Half a promising instrumental, the rest sounds unfinished, underwritten.

Katherine St Asaph: Like several singles nowadays (honestly though? not enough), “Gimme a Minute” would not exist without “Bury a Friend.” Unlike those singles, “Gimme a Minute” has ideas beyond that. You know the sound: bassy schaffel, with two-thirds of the treble gone and the other third scuffed with steel wool. You know the idea: inspired by pain and executed as fevered nightmare logic. (Or, to the cynical, inspired by cash and executed as creepypasta.) But “Gimme a Minute” subverts the formula in two ways — and interestingly, both subvert itself. The lyric suggests whispery close-miking — literally suggests, i.e., “someone just ripped out my throat, told me to sing while I was choked,” which if this weren’t so earnest I’d find a damn good subliminal dunk. But Lyndsey Gunnulfsen is a belter; no matter how throatless or distorted or Francis-and-the-Lightsed her voice, she shall belt. The chorus, about the way one gets ambushed by the past — the greatest trick trauma ever played was convincing you you’re fine now — would work quite well with “Bury a Friend”‘s fracture structure, jerked from room to room of a time-cave. But “Gimme a Minute” is a pretty conventional build-and-build. Unlike its predecessor, you don’t think it could go anywhere at any moment. What you do think is that it could always go higher. And thankfully, PVRIS actually goes.

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