Imagine if Foals’ Antidotes era got hopelessly lost in a jungle made of synths and disco sweat, and instead of trying to find a way out, just decided to build a temple and start a cult of emotional self-acceptance. That’s basically what “Life’s a Mess (But We Love It)” by Lawrence Timoni sounds like.
This is not your average indie rock track. It’s a multi-textured anxiety spiral with rhythm. It opens like a hallucination. There’s a jungle-style percussion loop coming in like they’ve been echoing for centuries, and the guitar line slithers. There’s a ZABA-era Glass Animals vibe in the air: humid, slightly threatening, and coated in neon pollen. And yet, somehow, we also get the earnest, twitchy precision of early Foals. All math-rock jitters with a dancefloor death wish.
And then there’s the vocals, which drift in like a notification from the void. Timoni doesn’t sing as much as he murmurs across dimensions, like your own internal monologue if it were set to a very good playlist and also slightly haunted. It’s introspective in that way only indie artists can be: vague enough to feel universal, but specific enough to make you worry they’ve been reading your browser history.
Lyrically, it’s about chaos, obviously. But not, like, scary chaos. More like the chaos of realizing you left your job, your ex, and your sense of linear time behind and now you’re vibing in a cloud of glitter and emotional growth. It’s “everything’s on fire, but we lit the match ourselves, and at least it’s warm.” The mess isn’t the tragedy; it’s the point. It’s why we dance.
Production-wise, this thing is a shimmering sonic IKEA maze. Every time you think you’ve settled into a groove, it throws a weird echo or synth swirl at you just to make sure you’re paying attention. And it works, because Timoni isn’t just writing songs; he’s constructing emotional architecture with LED mood lighting.
The result is a track that feels like it should be playing during a slow-motion, glitter-soaked breakdown in an indie coming-of-age film where nobody wins, but everyone learns how to feel things properly. It’s cathartic. It’s messy. It’s deeply uncool in all the best ways.
“Life’s a Mess (But We Love It)” by Lawrence Timoni is the sound of a therapy breakthrough happening at 2AM on a sticky dancefloor. It’s for anyone who’s ever stared into the abyss and said, “Screw it; let’s make this a vibe.”
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A tenured media critic known working as a ghost writer, freelance critic for publications in the US and former lead writer of Atop The Treehouse. Reviews music, film and TV shows for media aggregators.
