KIWI

Artist: Harry Styles

Genre: Classic Rock

Notable lyrics:

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck
She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (None of your, none of your)
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your”
It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress
Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (None of your, none of your)
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your”
She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this
It’s none of your, it’s none of your
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business”

This person has such an important position in my life; in a way, he’s helped me shape into a person I’d secretly longed to be. So, here’s an ode to my idol, Harry Styles and his remarkable influence on me.

Harry Styles, born in Cheshire, England, rose to fame as a member of the infamous boy-band ‘One Direction’. While he was content with doing what he was, he wasn’t extremely impressed, for his heart lie elsewhere: making his own music. As a part of the contract, the wasn’t at the liberty, so he broke free to produce his own songs. A figurative and physical descendant of Mick Jagger, this natural rock-star has produced a wonderful, power-packed album with several tracks that’s drawn its inspiration from 70’s rock classics.

Kiwi speaks about a woman who’s been impregnated but wants nothing to do with the father, since she’s used to rejection and indifference. The story is told in a way only a rock song can, with the use of 70’s slang and clever metaphors. The composition of the music is so perfect; it has captured the essence of a proper rock song brilliantly. The electric guitar, Harry’s raw, throaty voice, the drums, the   back-up vocals and the high-pitched screams, the apt wardrobe, everything that constitutes a 70’s hit has been perfectly embodied. The music video is all very colorful, noisy and detailed, even with the minimal meaning intended. Nobody’s complaining about the plethora of delicious cakes, the intense food-fight, the dapper kids or the cute puppies, though.

Harry’s probably taken the best decision by switching genres, because he’s a natural performer. Such energy can’t be expressed singing pop songs. A rock-star is what he was born to be and he’s following his destiny. Along the lines of Alex Turner, Harry is slowly building an empire out of the ruins his previous image has left him with, and, with a slight predilection, I admit he’s able to do it quite soon.