TORRES
Torres is the stage name of Mackenzie Scott (born January 23, 1991), an ind… Read Full Bio ↴Torres is the stage name of Mackenzie Scott (born January 23, 1991), an independent American singer, songwriter, musician and artist.
The Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter waits until anything—an idea, an emotion, a memory—gnaws at her, tearing at her fingers and throat until she releases it in song. Scott escaped the confines of her churning mind in order to find herself by recording Sprinter in the market town of Bridport in Dorset, England; and then at the Bristol studio of Portishead's Adrian Utley. With his guitar riffs and synthesizers lingering in the background like a lowland mist and PJ Harvey's Robert Ellis and Ian Olliver on rhythm—the two fortuitously reuniting 23 years after the release of Dry, and in Scott's 23rd year of living—she crafted a "space cowboy" record. "That's as simply as I can say it," says Scott, who cites inspirations as diverse as Funkadelic and Nirvana, Ray Bradbury and Joan Didion.
"I wanted something that very clearly stemmed from my Southern conservative roots but that sounded futuristic and space-y at the same time." It seems like an odd thing to look for in the picturesque seaside green, rolling hills in the south of England, but Scott had never been there before, and as a stranger in a strange land she found what she was looking for: a lost childhood. Sprinter was recorded in a room that had formerly been used as a children's nursery, which combined with the alien landscape fuels the self-searching that roils TORRES' music.
Following her self-titled debut in 2013, TORRES pushes herself to even noisier extremes on Sprinter, a punishing self-examination of epic spiritual and musical proportions.
The Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter waits until anything—an idea, an emotion, a memory—gnaws at her, tearing at her fingers and throat until she releases it in song. Scott escaped the confines of her churning mind in order to find herself by recording Sprinter in the market town of Bridport in Dorset, England; and then at the Bristol studio of Portishead's Adrian Utley. With his guitar riffs and synthesizers lingering in the background like a lowland mist and PJ Harvey's Robert Ellis and Ian Olliver on rhythm—the two fortuitously reuniting 23 years after the release of Dry, and in Scott's 23rd year of living—she crafted a "space cowboy" record. "That's as simply as I can say it," says Scott, who cites inspirations as diverse as Funkadelic and Nirvana, Ray Bradbury and Joan Didion.
"I wanted something that very clearly stemmed from my Southern conservative roots but that sounded futuristic and space-y at the same time." It seems like an odd thing to look for in the picturesque seaside green, rolling hills in the south of England, but Scott had never been there before, and as a stranger in a strange land she found what she was looking for: a lost childhood. Sprinter was recorded in a room that had formerly been used as a children's nursery, which combined with the alien landscape fuels the self-searching that roils TORRES' music.
Following her self-titled debut in 2013, TORRES pushes herself to even noisier extremes on Sprinter, a punishing self-examination of epic spiritual and musical proportions.
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Torres Lyrics
5th Amendment Birds call Say they ask me Everybody to go With…
A Few Blue Flowers You had the car drop us Eight blocks from your door You…
A Proper Polish Welcome Oh January keep a secret for me Only beside, who knows…
Aleluia Quantas vezes ja falaram que tudo acabou Acredita no seu son…
Are You Sleepwalking? Baby, are you sleepwalking? Let's get to the bottom of this …
Big Leap I was on my way to see a seer on…
Chains This was more than I had bargained for They stuck gold…
Come to Terms These lives are so contrived And out of focus But if I…
Concrete Ganesha I saw someone posted up under the Myrtle viaduct A concrete…
Cowboy Guilt We spend our only season On a mattress sleeping With our bes…
Don't Go Puttin Wishes in My Head If we're calling off the funeral Then I'm calling for a…
Don't Run Away Emilie Empty talk and angry lies Had made a home behind my…
Dressing America I know you like to keep us wondering I know that…
Ferris Wheel Do I have reason to be sad Crying over something I…
Good Scare Are you planning to love me through the bars of…
Hand in the Air Funny, isn't it, how my nerves can't even tell the…
Helen In The Woods Never spoke a single lie Still no one believes your side You…
Honey No money no honey Nawawala ang honey kung wala kang money No…
Hug From a Dinosaur You're a girl, you're the best of all possible worlds Before…
Jealousy and I What am I supposed to say, babe? I'll be up all…
kiss the corners I will not forget how your mascara ran for the…
L'Amour Toujours I still believe in your eyes I just don't care…
Moon Back Little baby if you reading this You probably you're grown th…
Moon and Back Little baby if you reading this You probably you're grown t…
Mother Earth Father God I was born on bloody battleground To the metal men between…
New Skin Lay off me, would you? I'm just tryin' to take this…
November Baby This skin hangs on me like a lampshade Keeping all my…
Sprinter Word of life, I'm so retreat I picked it up and…
Strange Hellos Heather I'm sorry that your mother Deceased in the brain C…
Strange_Hellos Heather I'm sorry that your mother Deceased in the brain Can…
The Exchange My mother lost her mother twice Once in ’54, then later…
The Harshest Light Get in line, take your time It's a lot to decide Tell…
Thirstier You want someone to worship you I see you loving to…
Three Futures I got hard in your car In the parking lot of…
Too Big for the Glory Hole No way to know what these hold Must be that God…
Waterfall The rocks below, they bare their teeth They all conspire to…
When Winter's Over There are cracks in the wall Giving me only slivers of…