There are some songs that come at you, all guns blazing, beating your fears to pulp; nudging you right into the epicentre of all emotions, right into the core of  all the complications of life.

Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole, by Martha Wainwright, is one of those.

I am writing about this piece of music having discovered it no less than 5 minutes ago, after having savoured it’s wonderfulness a dozen times. I feel like I have just ingested everything I have ever felt in my life in one gulp. One infinitely deep spoonful of existence.

I can’t quite tell what this song is about… Disappointement? Regrets? Courage? Love? Hatred? Disgust? Or maybe a clenched fist struck proudly in front of life?

Her voice is raw and noble, so fierce but still so innocent. And that chorus, that spicy, rude, delightful chorus that stings your ears and makes you wipe off the tears you just shed from those incredibly true words.

“I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile, I will not say I’m alright for you when all I wanted was to be good to do everything in true.

You bloody mother fucking asshole”