When Thirsty, the Juice of Vulgar Love.

🎼THIRSTY_Geomjeongchima

It’s moist and lewd, but “vulgar” might be a better fit than “lewd.” Yet, it’s somehow lovely. Vulgar and darkly lovely. That’s what Geomjeongchima’s music is to me.

Around the time I was falling into an ambiguous relationship with a guy I’d been seeing for a while, Geomjeongchima’s music flowed into my ears as I took a pathetic night walk. Comforted by their moist voice, I suddenly felt like writing about Geomjeongchima.

I first encountered the artist Geomjeongchima when a girl I met at a university advertising club gave a presentation about what she liked. On her presentation screen, I saw the cover of Geomjeongchima’s first full-length album, exuding a flamboyant, eccentric vibe. She was the kind of person who liked listening to the radio alone at dawn, seemingly hiding deep pain in her heart. Looking at the lyrics of the song she introduced as a representative track, I got a strong impression that there was something sinister and unusual about them. That’s how I briefly got to know Geomjeongchima, and like many artists, they were soon forgotten.

After that, Geomjeongchima occasionally released singles, and I often sought out “Hollywood” and “Everything” on melancholic, dreamy days. Then, the album , released around Valentine’s Day in 2019, stole my heart. Even the artist’s album description was strangely heart-pounding.

I wanted to make a brazen and grotesque album.

Yet, to me, every single one of them

sounds like an inevitable love song.

Well, even if I made all of it up,

I’ll never truly know, will I?

From Geomjeongchima’s album

I sometimes like the vulgarity that unexpectedly pops out of people. Geomjeongchima’s lyrics, casually delivered in a languid voice, are like that. “I’m just amazed you don’t care where the hand half-eaten in your mouth has been. I’ll do everything but love you, reach out more. Even if you’re rejected elsewhere, you’re okay.” Or “She shouldn’t be anyone to me, but I’d rather she cursed and hated me. Then I could transfer all the wounds I have to her.” Or “Raindrops above my eyebrows, virgins above my knees. A faint breath flows into my blanket. It would be nice to become a flower, but I’m becoming a leaf. What shall we do now, the leaves are yellow.”

Don’t such melancholic and vulgar things happen in life? In the end, isn’t humming the lyrics peacefully as time passes a way to make life a little healthier?

As Geomjeongchima stated, the songs on this album are very brazen. And they are grotesque yet vulgar. Nevertheless, if you quietly listen to the protagonists’ stories, you can’t blame or hate them. In the end, you can’t bring yourself to abandon this person who dismisses everything by saying “I can’t know it all.” We can’t heal the wounds planted here and there, but it’s like wanting to spend the night uncovering them one by one, drinking the juice of vulgar love. Especially with Geomjeongchima, willingly.