Lucy Fitzgerald 
I spun “Here It Comes Again” by The Lethargics this morning and had to stop what I was doing because this song just hits differently. It crackles open with these tight, almost stuttering drums that feel like a heartbeat struggling to catch pace, then the vocals come in raw, a kind of haunted honesty that’s magnetic, not polished. There’s no prettiness at all, just a powerful, direct performance that refuses to hide behind anything smooth. The guitar plays lightly, sparse, but it adds these unsettling, jagged textures that latch onto the mood, like a whisper you can’t forget.
The band doesn’t pretend depression is poetic, they call it what it is, a shadow that hangs on you, stalking you, day in and day out. It’s like they’ve given a voice to something that usually hides in silence. This track isn’t about making misery look cool, it’s about naming it, facing it. And that makes it rare and necessary in music right now.
Seriously, I like the song, and it should be in everyone’s playlist because no matter what else you listen to, this track reminds you feeling things isn’t optional, it’s human, and it nails that with grit and heart in a way nothing else does. If you know what I mean, then “Here It Comes Again” is exactly the kind of song you want when you need raw truth in your earbuds.
The band doesn’t lean on trends or try to soothe you, they invite you to sit with the discomfort, and somehow that makes the whole experience feel alive.
Listening to songs so you don’t have to! Just kidding :D, you totally should. Music blogger by day, nurse by night
