Grief Is For The Living

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• “Gen Z Ennui and ’80s Influence” - SPIN“Vienna Vienna is unapologetically himself in his music, infusing vibrant energy into his relatable, anthemic lyrics.” - CONSEQUENCE “Vienna Vienna’s sound is melody-forward, built on a foundation of shimmering reverb, electric guitar riffs full of personality, and juicy hooks lathered in witty playfulness, and ultimately, empowerment.” - ALT PRESS
• Page 3Speaking on the song, J says, “When the bells ring, and you sit in that hard pew for the third time, you’ll wonder who it’s really all for. An urn wants for no party, no stories, no flowers and no wake. The dead have no desires, and no need to see you suffer for them. So why do you exhaust yourself with the same ritual of speaking into the wind as if they’re still here? Why do you zone out staring at strangers who keep their likeness? Why do you listen to their favorite songs over and over again until they take up permanent residence in your now aching head? What good does your weeping do for them? Just as it’s always been, the grief is for the living.” The new single follows January’s Entertain Me EP, a project born from a period of personal clarity and artistic expansion. Across the release, Vienna Vienna interrogated modern distraction - drugs, the internet, self-destruction, desire - and the ways people lose themselves trying to escape reality. Since its release, Entertain Me has amassed over 1.8 million streams and earned early tastemaker support, including a conversation with Allison Hagendorf and Fall Out Boy’s Pete Wentz, alongside a feature from SPIN.
• Page 4May 19 - Thunderbird Café & Music Hall - Pittsburgh, PA* May 21 - A&R Music Bar - Columbus, OH*
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• I’m stuck a living thingI’m still not feeling it You missed everything but at least you’re infinite
• Produced by Tommy English & Jeremy HatcherRecorded by Tommy English & Jeremy Hatcher Mixed by Jeremy Hatcher
• Page 8“When the bells ring, and you sit in that hard pew for the third time, you’ll wonder who it’s really all for. An urn wants for no party, no stories, no flowers and no wake. The dead have no desires, and no need to see you suffer for them. So why do you exhaust yourself with the same ritual of speaking into the wind as if they’re still here? Why do you zone out staring at strangers who keep their likeness? Why do you listen to their favorite songs over and over again until they take up permanent residence in your now aching head? What good does your weeping do for them? Just as it’s always been, the grief is for the living.” - Vienna Vienna