The Black Denims with Stopping Dead is the tune I’m reviewing today, and a fine one it is too. I’ve often felt like jazz songs force me into playing an invisible piano, and in my mind, I’m nailing every note like a musical pioneer as adoring fans watch on. Well, this track is no exception to the rule, transporting me from my messy front room into a dimly lit club with everyone wearing the snazziest suits.
Stopping Dead wastes no time on a slow introduction – we’re straight into a quick, complex piano riff that builds anticipation and makes you marvel at the sheer ability to be able to play so beautifully. No lie, I actually started whooping it up during it. Then, bang! The guitar hits, and the vocals storm in, kicking down the door and kissing you firmly on the lips. Oh my, I’m a bit overwhelmed. The pure passion from the singer is evident, giving 110% with every line.
Stopping Dead is infectious and unquestionably fantastic. Even if you aren’t a jazz fan, I’d argue that these kind of songs transcend the genre, giving everyone something to enjoy while spreading beautiful vibes. The lyrics mention witchcraft and voodoo, which seems appropriate considering the track feels like it casts a spell on you.
I absolutely love this record. Check it out now!
