Claire George Dances Away the Pain on The Land Beyond the Light
On her debut LP, the L.A.-based artist channels her pain into something beautiful

Rarely has dance floor euphoria hurt as much as it does on Claire George’s debut album The Land Beyond the Light. Sure, the record’s woozy atmospherics and unhurried tempo recall something closer to Robyn’s “Honey” or the lighter side of Thom Yorke’s solo discography, but it’s not hard to imagine some hazy dance floor with pink and blue lights shining through the thick fog. There’s more than a hint of melancholy in the music itself, but the driving and morose minor key piano chords frequently get obscured by the record’s steady percussion keeping things moving along. It is dance music, after all.
Dig deeper and you’ll find a collection of songs crying out from the lowest of lows, heartbroken and in mourning. But instead of wallowing in that despair, the L.A.-based artist utilizes dance beats and synths to propel her voice skyward in hopes that she’ll find some sort of catharsis in the process.
When writing The Land Beyond the Light, George was dealing with two life-changing events at once—a breakup and the death of a friend to substance abuse. And because grief is multifaceted and complex, that pain gets conflated here: It’s not possible to suss out which songs correspond to which feelings of despair. But that’s not the point, neither for the listener nor George herself.
To turn that pain into something constructive is an achievement in and of itself. To transform it into nine thrilling and gorgeous pop tracks is a miracle.
It’s obviously hard for George to stay positive throughout The Land Beyond the Light, but she tries her hardest. Take “I Promise,” the second single off the record. Propelled by distant, icy synths and a driving beat, George reaches out her hand to help however she can, a heroic gesture in the darkest of moments. “And when I promise, I promise to help you out / And when I follow, I follow so you won’t fall down,” she sings, her voice climbing higher than perhaps anywhere else on the record. She turns those words of affirmation into an incredibly catchy pop song, one of the few moments of positivity in the face of extreme heartache. “When it falls apart, you feel at fault somehow / You think you’ve lost your way, head fills with doubt / Well come on take my hand, I’ll help you out / I swear I’ll pull you up, I’ll never let you down,” she sings.
George’s instinct to help as best she can takes a major toll on her, as basically every other song on the album alludes to. “Did you see me dripping wet on the kitchen floor? / Tears streaming, but you walk right through me, am I just a ghost? / Did you hear me in the deep end screaming ‘cause I couldn’t float? / You stare me down, you drown me out, well I should have known,” she croons over bouncy synths on the upbeat, Cut Copy-esque album opener “You Don’t Feel the Same.” Elsewhere, she bluntly addresses the toll of witnessing her friend’s substance abuse on “Pink Elephants,” repeating “Lost you to the high, lost you to the habit” as heavy bass and percussion threaten to swallow her whole.