March 3 - Nine Black Poppies

A chaotic descent of a sing, frantic chords and a low low riff on loose strings. This is a jangly open chord burst of burning paranoia, all signifiers and urgency.

There's a couple of versions of this, each from a confused and paranoid narrator to an unnamed but seemingly untrustworthy "you". The album version renders the song's worry in a solid slow increase of pressure, which makes everything oppressive. The live version is the same song going from a crawl to a sprint, with creeping worries becoming racing ones. It's tough to know which I like more, in the same way it's tough to know if rising tension is better than a jumpscare.