I often liken songs to events, and there’s no doubt in my mind that Plunki’s “guao” is its own self-contained party. “guao” is like a colorful drink at a party, the type that tastes-so-much-like-juice-you-can’t-believe-there’s-alcohol-in-this, and Plunki is the friend who brought it and who made sure you got home safe after you had too much of it. And colorful it is; from the moment it starts you’re hit with a concoction of manipulated vocals, ricocheting reverbs, and a bobbing synth bass. With its surplus of interesting sounds, one thing becomes apparent: this isn’t just a regular party.
Perhaps Plunki’s trademark is her atypical approach to celebration. For a chorus so harmonious and crowd-engaging, its easy to miss the images surrounding it, but you’d be at a loss if you did. Plunki takes the image of a fire, and all its destructive connotations, and directs us to the eventuality of what’ll rise from ground zero. “Guao” is an observation of this change, and with acknowledgement of our inability to stop it, throws a party instead.
By the time you’re “guao”ing along with her, you’re taking part in this celebration of change. When I eagerly sing “guao” to this song, it’s in amazement of being able to find the beauty in beginning again.
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