2 AM. What a dreadful yet wonderful time! The middle of the night can be oh so torturing, for it’s often when the chaotic voices in our heads start to speak up, yet I find it is one of the most genuine and most sincere time of the day… I’ve been in bed for about two or three hours now, and still can’t seem to turn off the whispers in my mind. And then comes this song, White Noise by PVRIS…
I first thought receiving this song at that time felt very random, but after a minute or so, the only words that came to my mind were ‘beautiful’ and ‘relevant’.
Uplifted by Lynn Gunn’s ethereal and psychedelic vocals, themselves carried by an alternative/electro/synth rock melody, this song of the band’s newly released debut album is an illustration of PVRIS’ hybrid musical genre, leaving them walk into the steps of Evanescence.
Powerful yet sensitive, White Noise has this great asset to be interpreted in many different ways – making it as complex as it is beautiful. The song can speak to people dealing with depression, stuck in a dark tunnel they can’t quite get out of at the time being, as much as it can describe a feeling of longing created by the digital world we now live in and find hard to escape from, or it could also depict something more occult, i.e. ghosts stuck in-between two worlds, struggling to find the light.
Directed by Raul Gonzo and produced by Blake Harnage, the video for White Noise draws its inspiration from horror film Poltergeist. « I originally wrote the song with a bit of inspiration from the movie, » says Lynn Gunn to Alternative Press. « So when coming up with video concept ideas Raul and I both agreed we had to make it a little homage to Poltergeist. »
Lynn also gives further explanations to Arena about the inspiration behind the songs of PVRIS’ debut album: « Now, looking back on it, I feel the circumstances at the time were the cause for the way I was feeling, but I was super depressed and did not know what was wrong with me. It kind of felt like something was over me, like a ghost or I was metaphorically possessed, or haunted, by something. I couldn’t see it and didn’t know where it was from, but I know I was feeling it and something was wrong. (…) Things were just really difficult and hard, and different things came up that added to that, so I guess a very dark place in my mind is where the songs came from. »
♡ ♡ ♡ Lyrics! It's hard to be what you need through a static screen. Been trying to speak for weeks and weeks. Open my mouth, All that comes out is white noise and incomprehensible sounds, And all you ever do is turn me down. I'm watching. I'm waiting. I'm aching. Suffocating. I'm breathing. I'm speaking. Can you hear me? I'm screaming for you. Day by day, I'm slowly replaced in your picture frames. A brand new face on your pillowcase. Come the night you dim the lights and close the blinds, But I still see them running down your spine, Cause I illuminate the room, Just enough to watch you. I'm watching. I'm waiting. I'm aching. Suffocating. I'm breathing. I'm speaking. Can you hear me? I'm screaming for you. Sick of the lack of signal. Sick of the lack of touch. Sick of the static voice. It's not enough, it's not enough. Baby it's hard to be just what you need when all I speak is static screams. Can you hear me? I'm watching. I'm waiting. I'm aching. Suffocating. I'm breathing. I'm speaking. Can you hear me? I'm screaming for you.