At a time where chaos often drowns out the quiet moments, Hannah McKittrick’s soft, seductive, and spellbinding song “Utensil” tames the noise within and without.
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I yearn to be a utensil, not a weapon…
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At a time where chaos often drowns out the quiet moments, Hannah McKittrick’s “Utensil” tames the noise within and without.
Soft, seductive, and spellbinding, the Australian singer/songwriter’s first song in nearly two years is an invitation to slow down and refocus; to count our breaths, taste the air, soak up the sun, dance beneath the moon, and connect with ourselves.
Wearing ice blue and grey
though I am no snow queen
Until you get in the way
of my autonomy
You get weird in August
fever find me anywhere
If health is ascension
throw my goblet in the air
“‘Utensil’ is an alt-rock song at its most anthemic and meditative, serving as a reminder to stay alert to beauty and mystery without trying to control either,” McKittrick tells Atwood Magazine.
“It is about letting things flicker in and out of your focus. It is about loving animals, noticing the wind on the surface of the Yarra, honouring ceremony, looking at yourself in the car window as you walk by it – the only reflection that is fleeting, like you are. To come home at midnight still carrying the exuberance of the outside world with you, but trying not to wake everyone up as you come in. To identify the colour you love and then every time it enters your vision, you are given a gift. To throw things up in the air to see how they feel when you catch them. To touch and always honour its predecessor; reaching.”
I yearn to be a utensil not a weapon
If health is observation
force my eyes to open
Wake at midnight
cold slipping down my throat
Puppy’s crying outside
do you hear it, do you know it?
Kill the part of you that says
this has to make sense…
Kill the part of you that says, ‘This has to make sense’…
A smoldering alt-rock slow burn, “Utensil” causes time to slow to a standstill, with McKittrick’s emotional, achingly poetic lyrics anchoring us to the present for a brief, yet powerful instant.
Her gentle voice is hot on the mic, but not hotter than her guitar’s reverb-soaked riffs; the six-string roars tenderly and with an understated, delicate grace, its tones filled with passion, fervor, and longing.
It’s not easy to tune out the world around us – distractions will always threaten to fill our time and cloud our minds – but for four breathtakingly beautiful minutes of music, Hannah McKittrick reels our souls in, pressing “pause” for us so that we may stop and smell the roses – or whatever it is you do when you’re actually in the present.
The best thing about this is the ceremony
A wave across the cavern for me is contact plenty
I am touching it’s fur I am learning it’s name
If health is a discipline why do you treat it like a game?
Kill the part of you that says
this has to make sense
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