“Matriarch” by Dogwood Last – A Song Feature

     “Matriarch” is a reminder of why the time and energy placed in music discovery is justifiable. For us, it brings a warmth from the appreciation that musicians have a love for and a dedication to their craft that cannot be defended on the basis of commercial success or popularity. For Dogwood Last, we hope the momentum begins to build soon. But at the time of this post, the Soundcloud stream of “Matriarch” had 22 listens after two months.

     “Matriarch” begins with a banjo that is not satisfied with the tempo of the vocals. The banjo is near frantic in support of intelligent, introspective lyrics. Strong! Yet, Dogwood Last is a risk-taker. The expectations for the remainder of the track are set when a hint of high level vocal processing enters (at 1:24). [Wait, are we going Hip-Hop? No, it was momentary, we’re back to the banjo.] Then, more melodic vocal processing hits with force at 1:53. [Wow! Where did that come from? I hope there’s more!] There is more. 

     Dogwood Last is Kory Burrell of Queens, New York. The credits for “Matriarch” identify Kory as providing the vocals, banjo, guitars, synths, bass, drums, and programming. Thomas Wincek is credited for the vocal processing and programming.

     “Matriarch” by Dogwood Last – A Song Review

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dogwoodlastmusic

Lyrics of “Matriarch” by Dogwood Last

We’re ditching pointless hazardry

I revel in this comfortability

Baby, it scares the hell out of me

Not all our doors are shut

But the buzzing, burning

Deep within my gut

Ardor crane, it pulls me

From the rut

Most of all you amass

A joy that I just can’t pass

And though the debt’s from our pasts

The purse is the present

Your affection

It’s an infection

And I want it to take me down

I’m sick of all my implementing

Of all my selfish venting

All the rules I’m erecting

I wanna carry this to the close

So cut the complications

This ain’t no consecration

But this fixation’s got me racing

So cure my concerns

They’ll be no casualties

If all of this goes casually

But through the past two weeks

Baby I’m not sure

In your hell, a gift

So for your son I know you live

But in our weathered kiss,

I think, maybe I could too

Ohhh, take all of my reverence

Ohhh, we’re seeking severance

Ohhh, maybe the jester’s just my part

When darling, you’re the matriarch