Sometimes we wonder what we have: “I’m not even running but you can’t even keep up/ …where’s the thrill of the chase/ why do I have to wait,”- that perilous one liner… “it’s not me it’s you” only Samantha Sharpe in the “The Thrill of the Chase” pulls her own punch-drunk spin and turns it upside down.
Her lyrics are a memento for the love-struck and forlorn where we bear witness to a mesmerizing degree Samantha Sharpe’s vocal depth. In an imagined place we picture “The Thrill of the Chase” belted out in a bluesy lounge, not limiting the larger venues: The Raveonettes, Amy Winehouse or Jill Scott are artists that sound similar to Samantha Sharpe-
The flutter of guitar and sparse timing pairs beautifully with the vocals, there is a burgeoning angst festering within- (Her voice) is a dreamy anthem, a true bluesy hipness; a heaviness that sinks hearts.
“No moving backwards no pushing back/ had the world in your hand but it slipped through the cracks/ I guess you didn’t know what you had.” Samantha Sharpe wails about the chances we give away and later in regret have to pull the chord and give up the ghost. We are reminded that desperation can have its beauty as well.
The way a gap between the teeth becomes our most beautiful quality despite the backlash from childhood; or a list of other oddities turn paranormal beauties. The montage is like shadow stepping in a psychedelic blues romp, Samantha Sharpe’s “The Thrill of the Chase” is a neo-soul/ neo-indie driven electric guitar landscaped Mecca.
Written by Hari Palacio
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