When I first heard "Ignore" off Alison Wonderland's new album Run, it didn't elicit the most positive response. In fact, I nearly turned it off. But through the shrill chaos, something stuck. I listened to it again and this time in a different way. I opened myself to its discord and let it mash together into some kind of relentless symphony. This song makes me want to indulge in nothingness in a club that's dark and dirty. Damp even. And I mean this in the best way possible.
The powerful, and sometimes power-stripping, ability to feel absolutely nothing can simultaneously feel so enlivening. On a personal level, the song brings me back to my experience of living in Berlin, Germany, where the clubs are makeshift, hidden, and minimal, where they've shut down nearly as soon as they've opened, and where a somewhat lost generation struggles to establish its own private world beneath a stagnant city that still struggles with its past. There's a beauty in this when you look deeply.
This song is 3 minutes and 56 seconds worth of gritty, forceful elements driving forward in a way that never really changes, very much like the concept of escaping into the night time and time again. It's an experience, perhaps darker than the Wonderland that we're used to. One that twists and pulls, over and over again, at the depths of our innermost desires. One that rattles the gate that keeps them locked away. Down the rabbit hole, let's go.
