L.A. Singer Annika Rose Says “F*ck You”, With Passion And Harmony.
After her stunning single "Talk To Strangers", Los Angeles singer Annika Rose returns with a new musical concept "Fuck You", expressing her rage and displeasure at those who wronged her.
The 18-year-old artist is not about to be intimidated or stepped on, and she lets it be known with this unorthodox pop music title.
Moreover, despite the pejorative nature of the title, the composition is still captivating and elegant, especially with Annika's passionate and uplifting vocal performance. It is definitely a piece that deserves to be played over and over again on the radio - of course, after censoring the swear words.
To explain the process behind the song's composition, Annika confides, saying:
“Fuck you was a moment of triumph for me. It was like all the little bits and pieces of what felt like hundreds of songs I was writing during that time about one specific situation were finally coming to rest. I was sitting at my piano with nothing but rage. But there was also a certain level of excitement I felt in finally being able to verbally say “fuck you” to this person. “Fuck you” for all this up and down and back and forth. Your loss. I’m out. Good luck without me, basically. The next morning I brought it to the studio with a couple friends and the anger bled into that room too. The song pretty much wrote itself. It was like the pot was softly bubbling and with this song it just boiled over and flooded the whole kitchen. I’m pretty sure the next day I woke up and was like woahhhh that’s a statement.”
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