Shonalika – Maggot

Danceable, dark, uncompromising: “Maggot” in self-decay

Shonalika - Maggot (Cover artwork)‘Maggot’ is one of those tracks that hits me right away with full force – uncom­prom­ising, clear, snotty, exactly my thing. Shonalika deliv­ers a synth pop track with an elec­tro­clash touch that def­in­itely belongs in the club with its 148 BPM.

What imme­di­ately won me over was the pro­duc­tion: the bal­ance between beat, synths and vocals is spot on. Nothing feels over­loaded or con­trived. The beat is dry, driv­ing, not too play­ful – and there­fore all the more dance­able. For me, it works per­fectly. Especially because the vocals are so dis­tinct­ive: slightly rough, with just the right amount of dis­tance and emotion.

Lyrically, the song delves deep into phys­ic­al­ity and decay – "As the mag­gots thrive" is not just a dark image, but sums up exactly that mix­ture of dis­gust and hon­esty that I love about elec­tron­ic music. The track is brim­ming with sup­pressed anger, pain and a cer­tain cath­arsis. It feels real to me.

But – and I mean this hon­estly – towards the end, the track loses some of its ten­sion for me. The last minute drags on, the chor­us repeats itself too often and feels very repet­it­ive. A crisp radio edit would have worked won­ders here. Nevertheless, ‘Maggot’ is a strong state­ment for me, both son­ic­ally and aesthetically.

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Lyrics of "Shonalika – Maggot"

The first time I danced
With my hair flying
Bloodied but breathing
Grateful to be alive

The next time I danced
With my heart failing
All my flesh decaying
As the mag­gots thrive

It takes time to know
It takes time to show

You can tell yourself
Everything’s just fine
But the body
The body won’t lie

It takes time to show
It takes time to know

Why the shak­ing limbs
Why the swollen mouth
Better watch your skin
Cos it’s break­ing out

The next time I went
With my nerves fraying
Last light fading
Right behind my eyes

The next time I went
With my skull buzzing
Cortisol crushing
As I die inside

The next time I went
With my skin trailing
Gashes gaping
In the sor­did light

The next time I went
With my chest broken
All my ribs split open
As the insects fly

Maggot, mag­got, maggot
As the maggots
As the mag­gots thrive

Maggot, mag­got, maggot
As the maggots
As the mag­gots thrive

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