Soul Songstress Jessica Wilde's Got Pipes On "Cry For Me"
Jessica Wilde has had big Hollywood dreams for years. Seeing her chance at the spotlight, the London-bred songstress hopped on a plane with her mother, she en route to act in 1984 and Jessica to scramble up a meager living in Los Angeles. After a bizarre brush with death in which her uninsured Uber driver kicked her out of the car after a gnarly crash, Jessica -- dazed and confused -- still managed to find her way to Ne-Yo's studio where she'd go on to record her debut EP with her new producer, Kizzo.
On the heels of that upcoming effort, Jessica is placating fans with "Cry For Me," her debut single, and its clever music video. The track wastes no time. There's no instrumental lead-in, no set-up whatsoever: right away, we get the first taste of Jessica's powerhouse voice. It's robust, rich, and soulful, fueled by a London flavor and propelled by her passion. The distant twinkle of keys and churn of percussive beats lead the arrangement, pounding incessantly throughout the track, but playing around occasionally with down-beat dips and ticking tones. The multi-instrumentation finds tons of warring elements fighting for their turn on center stage, layering and joining forces for an explosive, colorful arrangement spinning out beneath those all-in booming vocals (at their best when they howl a vehement "CRY" at the end).
When we asked Jessica to tell us a little about the track, she revealed that:
Playing with that theme of toxic masculinity annihilating any chance men have at getting in touch with their emotions and being honest with themselves and others (something we as a society need to help humanize in an effort to combat the mental health issues abounding for men stuck in limbo), Jessica teamed up with wildly skilled director Brigitta Szaszfai and expressive jack-of-all-trades Ben Francis to put together a quirky music video accompaniment. The video itself is gorgeous, ridiculously well-done with color-blocking techniques, vintage style treatment, and plenty of soft zoom-ins and jerk-cuts. The concept, though, finds Jessica battling domesticity, both simplified and complicated by her man whose lack of communication at least provides a silent assist for Jessica's daily tasks like brushing her teeth or getting some work done. It's a colorful, tongue-in-cheek take on emotional disconnect in relationships, crafted by a creative team flush with talent.