By Lydia Cross | September 2013
The song’s hook is deceptively simple: “You held me like a heavy hand / I let you, I let you.” It’s a gut-punch of post-relationship fatigue, set to a beat that stumbles like a heart missing a few valves. 2013 candice demellza
“Next year. Maybe.”
“Lana is a character,” Demellza clarifies. “I’m just… me. But the me that doesn’t text anyone back for three days.” By Lydia Cross | September 2013 The song’s
There’s a certain alchemy to the best kind of debut. The kind that doesn’t announce itself with a billboard or a buzz single, but instead travels on a USB stick passed between friends or a late-night SoundCloud link buried under a cryptic caption. That’s how Candice Demellza arrived this past spring. And if you haven’t heard the name yet, you will before the leaves fall. “I’m just… me