Corrina’s voice startles you, shakes you to your core, like
inadvertently stumbling upon a trajectory-altering revelation about
yourself that comes with jarring consequences. Her lyrics refuse to cut
corners with healing’s heavy lifting. They confront devastating
emotional landscape head-on, with a reluctant but consoling acceptance,
with an openness that doesn’t taper off at the seams. Repp’s music
redefines intimacy’s big ask: It cancels that monthly subscription to
sugarcoating and exaggeration, and bypasses small talk and segues.
Corrina makes a home in emotion’s vulnerability, she sits unflinchingly
in reality’s oft-uncomfortable lap. Her songs mosey around in raw
feeling and genuine truth. She encircles the way we interact,
communicate, connect with each other, but perhaps even more importantly,
she seeks to clarify and articulate the gulf that lies between hope and
attainability, without throwing in the towel on either. Repp’s work
grasps the way an authentic belly laugh can seal a friendship’s
ascension to a love story for the ages. Corrina's songs narrate the
sequence of how the slightest fake smile can rupture a relationship’s
hard-fought wiring, leaving a connection on the brink of oblivion.
Corrina traces the heartbreaking backslide from utter alignment to a
void of trust. She takes us through the gradual unwind of seemingly
unbreakable eye contact falling into permanent detachment and
dissolution. Corrina Repp takes us to an elevated plane, where throwing
caution to the wind becomes fashionable, where chance taking becomes the
rule of thumb. Repp’s songs are an unveiling of fear taking off its
musty blindfold, revealing fear as nothing more than a convenient excuse
for reticent living, of holding back from potential’s holler. Repp’s
songs patrol and protect the helm of our humanity, discerning the swerve
and sway of our converging and diverging life dance moves through our
proactive, susceptible, and reactive stances.
Corrina Repp's new album "How A Fantasy Will Kill Us All" is out now.
