From the first electric buzz of ‘Tiny Screens’, Slater sets the tone: snarling guitars, tight percussion, and lyrics dripping with sharp-tongued frustration. She takes aim at the fleeting allure of digital fame, where hearts and minds are traded for clicks and views. “Stuck inside a little box / Talk until the lights turn off,” she croons, her voice both biting and vulnerable. It’s the perfect opener—gritty, urgent, and utterly addictive.
Then comes ‘Sucker’, a playful yet cutting track that dances on the edge of indie sleaze and classic rock swagger. The guitars pulse with Arctic Monkeys-esque confidence, but Slater’s signature rawness keeps it fresh. “You love me ‘til you don’t,” she taunts, flipping the script on superficial relationships with a wink and a sneer.
But just when you think you’ve got ‘Love Me Please’ figured out, Slater throws ‘Fig Tree’ into the mix. A slow-burning, deeply personal anthem, it’s a song about choices, about carving your own path when the world tries to hand you a roadmap you never asked for. “I’ll choose a life that is mine,” she chants, the words growing into a mantra, a vow. The track sways between delicate vulnerability and fierce conviction, a reminder that softness and strength can exist in the same breath.
‘We’re Not The Same’ is perhaps the boldest moment on the EP—a searing critique of privilege wrapped in an infectious, almost deceptively bright melody. Slater wields her words like a dagger, slicing through empty excuses with an effortless cool. It’s the kind of song that makes you want to dance while simultaneously rethinking everything you thought you knew.
And then there’s ‘Imposter’—a whisper that turns into a scream. It’s raw, intimate, aching. You can feel the weight of self-doubt pressing down in the first verse, only for Slater to throw it off in a glorious eruption of sound. It’s a song that bleeds honesty, closing the EP with a final, fearless statement: she is here, she is real, and she is not going anywhere.
‘Love Me Please’ is more than just a collection of songs—it’s a whirlwind of emotion, a mosaic of defiance and desire. Slater has carved out a space that is entirely her own, and she’s inviting us all to step inside. This is the sound of an artist on fire.
Ellie McWilliam
Image: Jono White
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