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.
Hand in the Air
TORRES Lyrics
Funny, isn't it, how my nerves can't even tell the difference
Between pain and pleasure though my memory knows better
It's a bad habit to start asking questions with one eye closed
I'd be a coward, keeping from one eye what the other knows
From far away your hand in the air
Could mean goodbye
Could mean hello
I hear the businesses outside my window rollin' up their gates
And tonight when they go back down again they're gonna sound the same
All the clocks, they have stopped so I'll have to trust the night where it hangs
Or I'm gonna fear I'm gonna, I'll go insane
It's a bad habit to start asking questions with one eye closed
I'd be a coward keeping from one eye what the other knows
From far away your hand in the air
Could mean goodbye
Could mean hello
From far away your hand in the air
Could mean goodbye
Could mean hello
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Between pain and pleasure though my memory knows better
It's a bad habit to start asking questions with one eye closed
I'd be a coward, keeping from one eye what the other knows
From far away your hand in the air
Could mean goodbye
Could mean hello
I hear the businesses outside my window rollin' up their gates
All the clocks, they have stopped so I'll have to trust the night where it hangs
Or I'm gonna fear I'm gonna, I'll go insane
It's a bad habit to start asking questions with one eye closed
I'd be a coward keeping from one eye what the other knows
From far away your hand in the air
Could mean goodbye
Could mean hello
From far away your hand in the air
Could mean goodbye
Could mean hello
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Lyrics © Mute Song Limited
Written by: Mackenzie Scott
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