Sadcore Sundays: “Kill” by Ivo Dimchev

A mix of gothic dark pop, creepy orchestral arrangements, and eerie falsetto, Ivo Dimchev’s “Kill” fills souls with sadness and a shift of perspective simultaneously. Sadness to see people lose all faith that there is love left in the world, lose all strength to be positive, and fill up, survive on rage. The shift of perspective takes place there, the rage. An awareness of how depression can express itself as anger and harm of others is crucial to healing. Stress and oppression from the world want us to suffocate ourselves in our own rage. Rage can be used as a tool for good, it can be an ally. But when not harnessed, it can cause distortion of how we see and live in the world. It can cause us to lose the ability to enjoy anything or anyone and to only see the negative in everything. This song could be interpreted entirely differently, that a wounded heart can lead to violence, deaths, and killing. I don’t see this song as that, but instead, as the confusion of rage that has piled up for too long and continues to grow like weeds. An infestation of anger unable to be digested or used for good and transforms into a deterrent.

Sadcore Sundays: “We Had to End it” by Cuco

In honor of Cuco playing a block party in Los Angeles today, we’re featuring his song “We Had to End it” for Sadcore Sundays. This is for anyone who’s been through a breakup recently and feels like the world is ending and there is no more reason to live. Cuco feels your feels <3

Sadcore Sundays: “Somedays (I Don’t Feel Like Trying)” by The Raconteurs

My boyfriend played me The Raconteurs’ new song “Somedays (I Don’t Feel Like Trying)” in the car and he said it reminded him of me lol. ACCURATE. I feel like this so much, too much throughout my life. It’s so easily relatable. My favorite lines are:

“But somedays I just feel like crying
And somedays I don’t feel like trying”

And

“I’m here right now
I’m not dead yet.”

Those last two lines really get me. It reminds me of pushing through all the bullshit life throws at me, pushing through the pain that my own body gives me, and pushing through any challenges and obstacles to remember that hell, I’m fucking alive. I’m ALIVE. I’m still here, I exist, and that’s something to celebrate. Yeah it’s hard for me to get out of bed sometimes, yeah I sometimes cry and give up on everything, but I’m not dead yet, so that means I can’t give up. I have to keep trying. Thank you The Raconteurs for accurately singing my feels. I hope they comfort you tonight and give you the strength to just be, to just live in this present moment, no matter how shitty it is right now, because you’re not dead yet, and you shouldn’t die yet because the universe still needs you and loves you.

Sadcore Sundays: “Slow Motion” by PHOX

The first line of “Slow Motion” by PHOX, “Everything I do, I do in slow motion,” is relatable to me on so many levels. I remember with depression, I felt like I took way too much time to complete simple tasks, and that time itself was a sloth. With panic attacks, sometimes it felt like time had stopped as my depth perception went haywire. With mind obstacles sometimes the gut becomes ill, and with stomach problems or pain I’ve always had to slow down everything in my life, which is challenging if you’re working or in school or both.