…chasing ghosts, SUNDAY (1994) Mascara
Sunday (1994) Mascara is available on Bandcamp, Apple Music, Deezer
by Walter Price
With their debut self-titled EP, Los Angeles-based dreamy post-punk trio Sunday (1994) has been causing quite the scene among indie musicophiles. Their we’ll-get-through-this-together single “Mascara” will hit your core with its heaviness swaddled in a jangly and beautiful cocoon that will certainly linger.
Vocalist Paige Turner narrates, “Give me the keys/ You’re way too drunk to drive/ And I should know/ Your boyfriend’s a dick/ The face for the radio but you can’t tune out/ I didn’t wanna come to this party/ The clientele likes Rogan and the army/ But you insisted and you twisted my arm/ And here we are—Mascara running down your face—Running down your shirt—Running down your leg/ Into the dirt where he belongs…”.
This scenario is as evergreen as it is a devastatingly harsh reality. People are people; right? Not always good ones, unfortunately. C’est la vie and cringy as the world turns unapologetically.
The only problem with this song is the lines, “I didn’t wanna come to this party/ The clientele likes Rogan and the army”— Clientele, Rogan, and Army add some much anticipated further contemplation. We get it, this poor person had a rough possibly violent night with their partner and his friends. That is palpable. But those three words create a timestamp on an otherwise timeless song. But, as we know, a good song will transcend any one person’s raised eyebrow.
But you can be the reviewer and stream “Mascara” at the GTC.
SUNDAY (1994) Mascara
Band photo and artwork via Facebook // Lyrics via Google.
Paige Turner
Lee Newell
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The bathroom floor is checkered black and white
Just like your life is
When we were kids we were chasing ghosts
But now tonight’s more frightening…