Sweetcreem creates a darkly drawn mythology in the gothic post punk dark wave of "Hawkholm"

Hawkholm by Sweetcreem begins with droning sounds like a Gothic hymn and then those wildly provocative words are sung, sadly strung together with a deadly patina:

 Hey there... My closest enemy... You know lotsa things...But you can't know me

This is a postcard to Hell... And it's cute you're doing well... But you oughta know you don't have much longer

You have kidnapped our gods... Made them into your dogs... But now without them we've grown stronger

This is our war for peace... Our fucking for virginity... Riot for solemnity... You can't take everything from me...

Where do I begin. After the mood is set, it is the words that absolutely floored me immediately. The very sad melody descend even more with such poetic words. There is something about the "postcard to hell" and then the word "cute' not far behind. Such an interesting counter position of emotions. The multi-dimensional concept of "kidnapping gods" whether it is meant literally or metaphorical, whether actual or possessing the religiosity from someone or a culture it is just so out there. Listening to the song, Sweetcreem "a singer-songwriter vagabond turned singer-songwriter producer from Boston, Massachusetts" has created a sort of musical mythology as a fire burnt diorama for her feelings. Love this. 

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Robb Donker





THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM- PRESS NOTES:

Sweetcreem is a singer-songwriter vagabond turned singer-songwriter producer from Boston, MA, USA with friends all over the place. She takes deep enjoyment from hip hop/trip hop beats, vital punk riffs, unique synths, sweet harmonies, and soulful grooves and vocals. She wants to take you out for milk and cookies.

all music and lyrics by sweetcreem
engineered and mixed by Miranda Serra G. @ Zippah Recording Studios, Boston, MA
mastered by MJC @ FilthyBroke Recordings
art by Zach Havas (zhavas@gmail.com)

for Michael Love, who made lightning strike one place twice and feared no evil