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Cassyette - Ipecac

Cassyette
Ipecac

With two singles to celebrate, Cassyette has announced her debut album, The World Fucking Sucks. You’ll have to wait until 24th August to get your hands on it, but pre-orders are open for the limited edition pink vinyl (and other formats).

The song starts with a distorted siren-like motif before settling into a dark smoulder with industrial impositions. There’s a satisfying thickness musically. Brooking’s vocal delivers the goods here, the effortless combination of melody with angsty edge works perfectly and there’s a Kittie-esque transition into the pre-chorus that sits well alongside the mixture of styles incorporated in the song.

This track goes straight into the playlist alongside ‘Boom’, ‘Dead Roses’, and ‘September Rain’.

What does ipecac mean?

Ipecac is short for ipecacuanha, a South American shrub. The plant has a modified underground stem called a rhizome, which is dried to create a drug often used to induce vomiting. In polite society, we call this kind of thing an emetic, as folks don’t like the term puke. In smaller doses, it was used to treat coughs.

The origin of the plant’s name literally means small (ipe) leaves (kaa) vomiting (guéne) and it used to be known as the emetic creeper – so there’s a potential band name or album title waiting for you right there.

In any case, you can see how this relates to the frequent “you make me sick” line in the song.

Listen to Ipecac

Listen to Cassyette – ‘Ipecac’.

Ipecac Lyrics

What the fuck?
You didn’t even try
I guess you were a fake friend
Didn’t have the time
Where was I?
Unscrewing at the hinges
Ripping out the stitches

Couldn’t look me in the eye
I can’t lie, I wanna tear out your heart
And watch you cry, baby, cry
Yeah I’ll bite
Take a bite
If you try that again
I’m gonna eat you alive

You make me sick, so sick
You’re the saccharine
I need more ipecac, more
You make me sick, so sick
Need the mеdicine
Give me morе ipecac, more

You’re pulp, you’re rancid
Taking all your chances
Rotting in the corner
An illness I can’t cure
Cut you out
But you spread like a virus
Trying to disguise, I see

When you look me in the eye
I can’t lie, I wanna tear out your heart
And watch you cry, baby, cry
Yeah I’ll bite
Take a bite
If you try that again
I’m gonna eat you alive

You make me sick, so sick
You’re the saccharine
I need more ipecac, more
You make me sick, so sick
Need my medicine
Give me more ipecac, more

You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick

(Eat you alive)

You make me sick, so sick
You’re the saccharine
I need more ipecac, more
You make me sick, so sick
Need the medicine
Give me more ipecac, more

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Steve Fenton writes in our music, words, and culture categories. He was Editor in Chief for The Mag and covered live music for DV8 Magazine and Spill Magazine. He was often found in venues throughout the UK alongside ace-photographer, Mark Holloway. Steve is also a technical writer and programmer and writes gothic fiction. Steve studied Psychology at OSC, and Anarchy in the UK: A History of Punk from 1976-1978 at the University of Reading.
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