PEPTALK Serve Glittery Pop-Rock Catharsis with “Good With Goodbye” Feat. Chloe Parché
Like tossing a glitter-coated boomerang across a sun-bleached skatepark, “Good With Goodbye” by PEPTALK ricochets with effervescent spite and comes back sugar-dusted with relief. The Sydney trio, bolstered by co-writer Chloe Parché, turns emotional refuse into pop-rock confetti: jangling guitars, synth stabs, and a drum groove that sashays instead of stomps. Vocalist Kit Hutch employs her soprano like a neon highlighter, tracing every sarcastic “I wish you the best” with fluorescent warmth. Defiant yet danceable, an anthem for emotional emancipation.
Lyrically the track is both an itemised invoice and a farewell postcard—observations so specific (“hostage”, “alienating me”) that listeners may find their own ghosts cc’d in the email chain. The pre-chorus’s internal rhyme lopes into a chorus lighter than pavlova yet structurally sound enough for repeat indulgence; by the second spin you’ll chant “I—still wish you the best” the way surfers salute a departing set.
The record functions like a mango-chilli sorbet after a greasy breakup feast—sweet, stinging, and palate-resetting. PEPTALK demonstrates that optimism need not be naïve; sometimes it is simply strategic. Spin “Good With Goodbye” loudly, then let the silence confirm how weightless absence can feel.
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