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THE FRIDGE GIVES OUT

Chaos finds her and she surfs it; permanently sandy, permanently optimistic

vex on it

the run

Honest use case: People who enjoy melancholic reflections on domestic entropy and unspoken family grief.

Exhibit: “Thirty years of people who cannot come round any more”

style

surf pop punk
bright pop rock
jangly surf guitar
punchy live drums
young female vocal sunny and slightly frantic
huge singalong chorus
handclaps
optimistic chaos
glossy but raw
american accent

the numbers

bpm: 117
key: C# major
energy: 0.65
dance: 0.95
valence: 0.56
vocal at: 3.1s
length: 1:24
words: 148
clichés: 0
language: En

most sung: “gives” ×12 · “fridge” ×8 · “has” ×4

shared with the crate: 76 other songs use “door”

lyrics

It has been making a noise since about February
The man says it is the compressor and it is going
And she says it is fine and it has always done that
And everybody in this family knows what is actually on it

The fridge gives out, gives out, the fridge gives out
Thirty years of people who cannot come round any more
The fridge gives out, gives out, the fridge gives out
And nobody has worked out what we do about the door

I said we could photograph it. All of it. Before.
She said "that is not the same thing" and put the kettle on.

The fridge gives out, gives out, the fridge gives out
Thirty years of people who cannot come round any more
The fridge gives out, gives out, the fridge gives out
And nobody has worked out what we do about the door