Which Bitch?
I heard The View somewhere in one of those nights when everyone’s too drunk and the music just keeps playing—”Same Jeans,” Wasted Little DJ’s
on repeat. Kyle Falconer’s singing grabbed me immediately, this dirty Scottish accent that sounds like he’s been smoking and drinking his whole life, which he probably has. I went all in, the way you do when the timing feels right and the whiskey’s helping. When their new album came out, I was already waiting for it.
Then I listened to it. And it was shit. Sounded like they’d already said the interesting things on the first record and were just repeating themselves, only worse. Derivative. Safe. I put it away and went back to other stuff.
But then there was this Thursday in Berlin, the kind of weather that makes you feel like something’s about to happen. Walking to the U-Bahn, The View came through my headphones—Falconer singing about a sunny day—and I just kept listening. Somewhere between the first track and the fourth, I realized I’d been wrong. Completely wrong. Which Bitch?
wasn’t what I’d decided it was. It’s sharp, built from something real—that sound that makes you feel like you’re sitting in a shitty pub at the end of a day that mattered, drinking something that tastes like what it should.
Songs like Give Back The Sun
and Unexpected
make sense now. They were always there. I just wasn’t hearing them the first time.