"BLESSèD TOUCH" BY NYSSA

Deeply spiritual, yearning for a sign, “Blessèd Touch” is pagan gospel. It’s a call for magic and enchantment, the closest thing to prayer NYSSA comes to, allowing her to stand in her “joyful rage” and find the connection she needs to move heaven, earth — and the landlord to come fix what’s broken.

"he’s in the other room trying to fix the washing machine but he’s not a technician so he won’t succeed"

The opening lines hit like the final straw that breaks a relationship’s back. Familiar, and charged with tension, NYSSA wails about the trials and touchstones of relationships and intimacy, about the struggle to endure the “not-enoughness of the mundane” — especially during the winter months. An escapist ballad for the romantically inclined, her heartwarming delivery balances the lyrics, frustrations felt after too much banality pie.

"how do you get other people to just be ok? to not feel annoyed or defeated by every little thing"

A holy song for the autumnal moon, “Blessèd Touch” moves us with a rocking rhythm and wraps us in a melody as warm as Caribbean sands. The well worn bassline seems familiar, like your favourite t-shirt, while the passionate piano matches NYSSA’s appeal for the strength to endure it all. When every little thing seems to annoy or irritate, it feels like it takes as much strength as a double to not throw in the beach towel on love.

"I’m watching the seeds I’m hoping to catch them growing and I’m laundering the blind folds while outside it’s softly snowing"

While lyrically building a sandcastle home, NYSSA’s oceanic vocals hold open the blinds and pull back the curtains, each wave of breath invoking resilience and reshaping the walls that hold her. Each loop of backing vocals gently ebbs and flows, “your blessed touch” moving in and out of the mix like the tides.

"I’m standing at the crossroads and I’m covered up red and I’m asking to just catch a little break"

When you just can’t bear it anymore, “Blessèd Touch” is the sound of voices on high, the feeling of that hand of mercy, the music you hear when you turn to face it: your partner, your demons, yourself. And find relief.

"ooh blessèd touch give it to me, your blessèd touch"

When you’re lost in the wash of life, in moments that seem overloaded with dullness or too bland to manage, on whose hands do you count your blessings? With honesty and humbleness, NYSSA reaches peak plea on “Blessèd Touch”.