Currently riding a wave of Regurgitator nostalgia and connection, Quan is back with new solo material in the form of the cute yet bossing single 'Baddest Bitch'.
Stylish new wave flavoured electro-pop matched to an energetic electronic beat with droll, spoken-word styled rap vocals, 'Baddest Bitch' details the exploits of a fictional character that's "possibly the baddest whose ever lived". There's also a synth-heavy breakdown that sounds like it was ripped direct from the '80s. 'Baddest Bitch' is also taken from Quan's new EP 'Night Cream' (due this Friday) that's promoted as 'a love letter to an inner child moulded in the 1980s. A synthetic balm to keep your face moist and shiny through the most arduous cocktail luncheon. Some dumb impulse that draws you into a trashy affair with your best friend's step mum.
'A familiar tingling sensation before a herpes outbreak. That wild freedom you get whenever you pee on a forest floor. The odd sensation of stepping onto an escalator that isn't running. Just one more perfectly pointless conversation to dance to.'
After making its debut on 'Rage' at the weekend, scenestr is delighted to share the 'Baddest Bitch' music video today, a project created solely by Quan.
"It was a COVID project to teach myself how to use Blender (the open source 3D programme)," begins Quan discussing the creative approach behind the video.
"It took a lot longer than I would normally spend on a video having to learn that insane programme almost from scratch.
"The idea was to stick to a low poly aesthetic, develop a character, rig it and take it for a walk.
"At the same time I also managed to break away from a 20-year stretch with Protools and taught myself and fell in love with Studio One (which I recorded and mixed the whole record on) over the last of the Melbourne lockdowns."
Quan has also written a short story to accompany every track that features on 'Night Cream'. This is the feature penned for 'Baddest Bitch'.
'Baddest Bitch' Short Story
Anne glazed over as her lover crumpled before her. Glancing out the window, she noted the speed of the clouds, the barometer at two per cent above changeable, then offered a handkerchief. "Courage dear. It's surely not worth ruining furniture over this sort of thing."She paused, surveyed the tender wreckage and softened her tone slightly. "Crushes are aptly named aren't they. The weight of some invisible thing made of thought, pinning you down to the chaise, the mattress, the computer keyboard, the bread board, the bathroom floor.
"At their very best they make you feel like you're trapped in the locked cabin of a scuttled vessel slowly sinking in a sea of poetry. The cabin gradually filling to the roof with the metaphors that have spilled from your swollen-to-bursting heart.
"You tread that poetry, gasping at the ever diminishing gap of air between the rising flood and the ceiling, knowing full well, that before long you will be drowned, and entombed in the deep.
"At worst, they merely turn back into the vapours of imagination from which they condensed, and in that moment of clearing, you may note that nothing in life seems more poignantly awful than a mortal blow softly delivered."
A short, explosive sob escaped from Charlotte. "Oh dear. . . I not particularly good at this am I." Anne, quite unsure why, reached a hand out towards Charlotte's knee, then almost at once felt lost as to where to place it and took it back.
"Dearest, please don't think me heartless. I do understand. I can sympathise. At this point you may find comfort, as I once did, in the knowledge that your heart is never really broken by anyone else. It is rather that you choose to make an anvil of another and then, wild and willing, smash your own heart upon them."
Regurgitator 2023 Tour Dates
Sat 16 Sep - Alice Springs Brewing CoFri 6 Oct - John Cain Arena (Melbourne)* supporting Weezer
Sat 7 Oct - Accor Stadium (Sydney)* supporting KISS & Weezer
Sun 8 Oct - Brisbane Entertainment Centre* supporting Weezer
