


It’s a meditation on pacing yourself, earning your wisdom, savoring the world’s beauty, and – figuratively, if not literally – getting tantric with it. Hurry/Always late/Haven’t been early since ’88” sings Musgraves, a preemie, on what by her own admission is one of her most autobiographical songs. It comes across like classic ’70s singer-songwriter radio pop, draped in the cool linen of string arrangements and seasoned with plinking banjo. Musgravesco-wrote “Slow Burn,” like much of the album, with wingmen Ian Fitchuk and Daniel Tashian, who may be lesser-known than some of her usual A-list Music City co-writers,īut probably not for long. Active, Busy, Cognizant, Complex, Complicated, Energetic, Enthusiastic, Fast, Hurried, Intelligent, Intricate. A song (or performance thereof) that doesn't immediately impress you, but becomes increasingly enjoyable on subsequent renditions. It ‘s the lead-off track to Musgraves’ excellent Golden Hour, a style-pivot-cum-brand-rejig that could itself be considered a perfect summer LP, with songs that shimmer up from the speakers like heat-haze off the interstate. Antonyms For Slow Burn, Opposite to Slow Burn. A slow burn means it takes a longer than normal time for the conclusion that you see coming to reach. But my definition of the perfect summer song – especially in this unnerving year – is one that soundtracks chilling the fuck out, and for me, no new song has invited that vibe so much, in both sound and theme, as this one. Imagine its a stick of dynamite and the fuse is the burn.
