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It’s no secret that Harry Kinds is a hungry, hungry boy. Whether or not he’s evoking “Watermelon Sugar” to sing about cunnilingus, ruminating on a previous lover he’s seemingly nicknamed “Kiwi,” or wishing that his ex would name “From the Eating Desk,” gestation of dietary and sexual kinds is high of thoughts for the British musician, who surprisingly (and possibly for his personal good) has but to sponsor his personal quick meals meal. (If his affinity for writing songs about fruit and his DeuxMoi-reported journeys to Juice Press are any indication, that sort of enterprise opp would definitely be at odds together with his dietary palette.)
Likewise, Kinds’ not too long ago launched third album, Harry’s Home, finds the 28-year-old ex-boybander able to devour all the pieces in entrance of him. On the vast majority of the shiny, indie pop-influenced songs, he declares his adoration and devotion ostensibly for his new beau Olivia Wilde, and, by extension, all the listeners who've developed a parasocial love affair with him since his One Route days (me included). To take action, Kinds continues his custom of using meals to bolster the album’s theme of cozy domesticity and to relay no matter flirty and raunchy ideas occupy his attractive male mind.
On Harry’s Home, this motif feels borderline parodic. The LP boasts the kind of lyrical content material one has come to anticipate from Kinds, given the cultural ubiquity and Grammy-winning standing of “Watermelon Sugar” from his 2019 sophomore album, Effective Line. That track wasn’t the extent of the album’s food-titled tracks or meals references, in fact, as Effective Line additionally featured a wistful, acoustic ballad referred to as “Cherry.” You might possibly even depend the Beatles-esque “Sunflower, Vol. 6,” for those who wished, though it was clearly a reference to the visible fantastic thing about the plant versus its edible properties; nonetheless, the track repeatedly invokes a kitchen setting in a romantic method.
Upon urgent play on Harry’s Home, you’re greeted by “Music for a Sushi Restaurant” and its clunky however attention-grabbing opening line: “Inexperienced eyes/fried rice/I may fry an egg on you.” I discovered myself curious whether or not Kinds would really feel so inclined to kick off the album with that observe if “Watermelon Sugar” hadn’t turn out to be such an enormous hit; the remainder of it definitely appears like a product of the hit track’s success, recreating a cool, brassy soundscape, with Kinds even starting to scat at one level. It’s simple to interpret “Music for a Sushi Restaurant” as a sequel or development in a romance the place Kinds goes from craving primarily intercourse with a girl to wanting your complete package deal (“It’s ’trigger I really like you, babe/In each sort of method/Just a bit style/You already know I really like you, babe”).
Meals metaphors in music usually are not something distinctive, although Kinds has confirmed to be significantly expert at them. Nonetheless, “Watermelon Sugar” stands out in my thoughts not simply as a profitable track however a pivotal level in cementing Kinds as a kind of non-threatening, woman-friendly intercourse image. In fact, the singer had been lusted after for years because the unofficial frontman of One Route for his dimpled smile, curly mane, and even these ridiculous tattoos. However “Watermelon Sugar,” coupled with a music video that opens on Kinds suggestively biting right into a watermelon slice earlier than frolicking on the seashore with a bunch of feminine fashions, made followers’ fantasy of Kinds as the right boyfriend much more particular and sexually specific. It’s one factor to be a beneficiant lover, nevertheless it’s one other to be a proud oral intercourse addict who would expertise withdrawal signs if he went too lengthy with out pleasuring a girl, because the lyrics boldly suggest.
Then again, “Watermelon Sugar” could have additionally given sure followers who have been uncomfortable together with his not-so-subtle nods towards queerness—like within the Effective Line single “Lights Up” and its steamy visuals—some (unconfirmed) assurance that their imaginary boy toy was straight with a capital S.
In that sense, “Music for a Sushi Restaurant” appears like Kinds giving his most fervid listeners—or possibly, extra realistically, a domineering label government—precisely what they need. The lyrics (“Espresso on the range, yeah/You’re candy ice cream/However you could possibly use a flake or two”) are noticeably much less impressed and attractive than the phrases to “Watermelon Sugar.” Saying you could possibly fry an egg on somebody is a cheeky strategy to name an individual sizzling, nevertheless it renders a completely ridiculous picture, which may probably be the purpose. Elsewhere on Harry’s Home, “Grapejuice,” an uncannily related ditty to Jackie DeShannon’s “Put A Little Love In Your Coronary heart,” seems to not allude to a lot. In truth, it’s not even a metaphor; simply an apparent reference to wine that comes on the finish of the track when Kinds posits that he’d have the “grapejuice blues” if his relationship ever dissipated.
On “Hold Driving,” Kinds paperwork a street journey by itemizing random objects and occasions ostensibly to map out a timeline. “Maple syrup, espresso, pancakes for 2,” Fashion croons. “Hash brown, egg yolk, I'll at all times love you.” Fairly funnily, the construction, meant to painting swift, intense, considerably reckless romance, has an unintended Dr. Seuss vibe—that's, till Kinds mentions one thing about “facet boob” and “choking” a girl “with a sea view.”
The truth that Kinds’ bodily and emotional urge for food has given followers one thing to concentrate to or anticipate from him as a lyricist, initially, is an indication of fine branding, significantly for an artist who doesn’t should go the lengths of, let’s say, Saweetie to show he’s a foodie. (Plus, for those who have been on Tumblr throughout his One Route period, you already know the person likes to whip out a banana.) Whether or not or not the lyrics on Harry’s Home are significantly revolutionary—he can solely make so many filthy fruit analogies—they’re definitely efficient in projecting a healthful, non-threatening picture of Kinds as a home man, a future househusband, possibly even a possible father, as he’s invoked the picture of youngsters in his music.
Some critics have discovered this sort of myth-making to be a sign of what Kinds lacks as an artist. They’ve described the musician as prioritizing fashion over substance, whereas others, together with myself, have questioned extra broadly whether or not he has any of the grit, edge, weirdness, or imperfection of the ’60s and ’70s rock icons he’s usually in comparison with. (In keeping with Mick Jagger, the reply isn't any).
It’s a question that may demand extra time as Kinds, regardless of his prominence, remains to be in a comparatively early section of his solo profession. However for now, you possibly can’t deny that his dedication to simping gives a pleasant stability within the universe of common male songwriting. For each Drake wannabe (and even Drake himself) telling a girl how disposable she is on the radio, you want a continual simp spending an excessive amount of cash on flowers and cheesily evaluating you to each scrumptious merchandise he can consider. Let Kinds write his foolish little egg songs.