There can’t be many songs these days written from the perspective of a
tumour that’s outlived its human host. ‘Henrietta’, the most beautiful
moment on Brooklyn trio Yeasayer’s third album, though, is a bubbling
electro-rollock that tells the story of Henrietta Lacks, a Baltimore
woman whose cancer cells were preserved for research purposes after she
died in 1951. Halfway through the trapdoor opens, and things swirl in
slow-mo as a incredible hypnotic chant of “oh Henrietta, we can live on forever” echoes out.
No comments:
Post a Comment