Canadian Alt-Pop Singer Housewife Paints Nostalgic Longing In Her Single “Matilda”
If we were to compare the song “Matilda” unveiled by Canadian Alt-pop act Housewife, in her EP “Girl Of The Hour”, to a painting, it would be a hazy watercolor — soft but bleeding at the edges — the colors of nostalgia smeared into desolate stillness. Indeed, the artist constructs an atmospheric lament over which melancholic guitar riffs hum around her relaxed, sultry vocals — an enveloping cocoon of sound that is as comforting as it is unsettling with its beauty. The track hovers on that sweet spot between intimacy and detachment, its chill but epic production making grief feel both cinematic and deeply personal.
What’s wonderful about “Matilda” is its knack for making the ordinary extraordinary. At its heart, a stolen bike becomes a symbol of loss, of disconnection, of movement that is suddenly stymied. The lyrics are conversational, even a little disarmingly straightforward, but they strike deep — especially in lines like
“Still got the key but now it opens nothing
No more riding home on Bloor Street in the evening
Did my best to find you now I'll move on
And I won't get attached anymore”
It is an elegant study in how grief is embedded in objects, in rituals, in the muscle memory of what used to be. In that sense, the track’s restraint could be its strength and its weakness. Its airy vocal delivery and roving melody add to the song’s wistfulness, but they also run the risk of leaving some listeners wanting a sharper emotional heights. And yet Matilda manages to evoke absence as if it were something solid — the ghost of a movement, the specter of something lost but not quite gone.
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