Village Instincts donโt mince words, and they sure donโt smooth their edges either. The South-born trio has built their identity around sweat, chaos, community, and calling BS when they see it. And with โgentrified!โ, they channel that unapologetic authenticity straight into a firecracker of a track that tackles one of modern lifeโs loudest contradictions: trying to โbelongโ in a world that keeps pricing people out.
But they donโt come in heavy-handed. Quite the opposite. โgentrified!โ starts with a cheeky a cappella lineโlike a choir that took a wrong turn into a downtown dive barโbefore fuzzy guitars crackle to life and the drums slam. Then come the horns, bursting into the mix like a drunk, thick brass tune stumbling into a revolution. Itโs chaotic revelry, insanely fun for what itโs worth.
The vocalist, all husky ssmugness and charm, sells every line. โCome on baby, letโs get gentrified,โ he teases, fully leaning into the absurdity of the dream: a place to call your ownโuntil someone else gets priced out. Right next, he sings out his sarcastic backhanded apology with backing vocal swooping in, for the punchline: โSorry you canโt afford the rent!โ Itโs satire you can shout along to.
The track keeps twisting, because at the bridge, the band unleashes a wild instrumental rollercoaster, with horns blowing from every angle, drums pounding like a street parade gone rogue, and guitars buzzing with righteous mischief. Itโs the sound of celebration and protest colliding in the same cramped apartment.
Underneath the humor lies a truth Village Instincts refusing to sugar-coat: the battle for community is real. With โgentrified!โ, they prove that calling out the system can still feel like a partyโand one everyoneโs invited to, whether the landlord likes it or not.
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Review by: Naomi Joan