Seventeen selfish dreams
Where liquid stars almost bleed
The act of taking one’s own life can sometimes be caused by mistaking a passing configuration of feelings and events for the whole of existence. The mind, cornered by pain, declares that because this moment is unbearable, all moments must be so. Yet life is less like a verdict than a river: no state remains fixed long enough to become absolute. To destroy the self in order to escape suffering is to assume the self is a solid thing, when it is always changing, dissolving, becoming. The tragedy is that the decision is permanent while the despair that inspires it is not. One cannot know what new shape life might take after the next bend.
Nearly a decade into Bizou’s existence, the Los Angeles band has acquired the strange advantage of interruption. After 2021’s Tragic Lover, its members dispersed: Josiah Mazzaschi formed Child Seat with Madeleine Matthews; Marisa Prietto wrote with Some Ember’s Dylan Travis; bassist Nicole Fiorentino returned to Garbage for touring. When Mazzaschi and Prietto reconvened at Cave Studio in the summer of 2025, they came back with enough distance to hear what Bizou could become.
That answer begins to surface on Widow, the band’s forthcoming September EP, whose six-sided title conceit — a hexagonal prism, in the group’s description — suggests an appetite for examining a familiar object from peculiar angles. Bizou’s established vocabulary remains recognizable: shoegaze density, post-punk propulsion, synth-pop architecture, industrial pressure, and the narcotic drag of trip-hop… however, Death Mag, the record’s emotional center, makes those ingredients feel unusually exposed.
The song concerns suicide, though its deepest subject may be the dangerous authority granted to a single unbearable moment. Its verses withdraw into near-private space, with the vocals carrying the bruised composure of someone trying to speak without disturbing the room. Then the chorus opens dramatically, almost euphorically, and the scale of the music changes. Despair remains present, but so does the stubborn biological fact of continuing: another breath, another measure, another chance for circumstance to alter its shape.
The arrangement is elegantly devastating. Here, density becomes psychological. Guitars blur at the edges, synthesizers deepen the horizon, and the rhythm section keeps the song from surrendering to weightlessness. Suicide promises an ending to pain by treating that pain as permanent, while Death Mag places emotional certainty inside music that continually changes beneath it. The song expands and contracts, presses forward and recedes, allowing form itself to make the argument. For listeners acquainted with this particular kind of loss, its beauty may feel almost cruel; comfort comes cautiously, without slogans or easy redemption.
With a reunion performance forthcoming and Widow due in September, Bizou sound newly alert to contradiction: pleasure beside grief, enormity beside intimacy, and life continuing while the mind briefly insists that it cannot.
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