Inspired by her father’s release from prison, St Vincent says her new album feels like a lifeline.
At some point during the making of her latest album, St Vincent came up with a tune so tuneful that she couldn’t get it out of her head.
“For about 12 hours I thought, ‘I’ve just written the best melody there ever was,'” says the musician, whose real name is Annie Clark.
“I kept singing it and I was like, ‘It’s as if this song already existed, and it came to me like manna from heaven.'”
You’ve probably guessed already where this story is going… and you’re right. Within hours, Clark realised why the melody seemed so familiar. It was, in fact, the 1980s pop smash 9 To 5 (Morning Train).
“I was like, ‘Oh no it’s Sheena Easton!'” she laughs.
Weirdly, however, the reference worked as an ironic counterpoint to Clark’s lyrics. Easton’s original is a dated fantasy of the “angel-wife” who waits all day at home for her husband to return from work. Clark’s song, My Baby Wants A Baby, pulls in the opposite direction, listing all the ways she’ll fail as a partner and a parent.
“I just want to play guitar all day / Make all my meals in microwaves / Only get dressed up when I get paid.”
“So actually, [9 To 5’s melody] really worked for the song. I feel like it was kismet.”
In the past, Clark might have scrapped a song after realising its debt to another writer.
By her own admission, her first five albums as St Vincent were “constructivist” pieces of art – every note and every word intentionally placed with meticulous precision.
By the time of her last record, Masseduction, the music was so tightly coiled it seemed ready to pounce. Written after her break-up from British model Cara Delevingne – a relationship which attracted intrusive tabloid attention – it was by turns devastating, manic, heartbroken and brittle.
While making the album, Clark posted a photo from the studio, where she’d pinned up the phrase: “dead meat”. In her videos, she was squeezed into constrictive latex catsuits and disfigured by plastic surgeons. It was almost as though she was trying to erase herself from existence.
At the time, she said the album was about exploring power and who wields it – emotionally, sexually and financially. More recently, she described the music as “a lifeboat for me to get out of a bananas emotional space”.
Her new record couldn’t be more different. The sharp angles and jagged lines of Masseduction have become sinuous and malleable. Backed by humming Wurlitzer organs and loping, elastic bass lines, Clark sounds relaxed, loose, even soulful.
“This record is very carefully written and composed – but as far as playing goes, we did the dreaded ‘J’ word. We jammed and it was really fun,” she says.
The result is a record with a unique “colour palette” compared to its predecessors.
“It’s more like, ‘Hey, come sit down in this beaten leather armchair and let’s have a tequila and chat.’ It’s just a completely different kind of underpinning logic.”
The album is called Daddy’s Home, a reference to the decade her father spent in prison for his involvement in a stock manipulation scheme that defrauded 17,000 investors out of $43m.
It’s a subject she’s never discussed publicly, and only made cryptic reference to in her music (2011’s Strange Mercy contains a lyric about a “father in exile” who can only “wave through double pane” glass).
Her reluctance was mostly about protecting her younger siblings – she has eight in total – but now, two years after her father’s early release from prison, she feels ready to share, to a certain extent, her side of the story.
The title track is set in a prison visitation room, where she’s asked to sign autographs and contrasts her “fine Italian shoes” with her father’s “government-green suit”.
“Sometimes you really have to use your imagination for the tiny details in order to tell a story – but this one was right there,” she says, confirming that she did, in fact, sign autographs for prison guards on till receipts and scraps of paper.
The song is shot through with humour, but Clark didn’t emerge from the experience unscathed.
“Yeah, you did some time/ Well, I did some time too,” she sings, hinting at the emotional impact of having a loved one incarcerated.
When her father was eventually released in 2019, “it was a real, palpable sense of relief”, she says.
“You don’t realise how permanently constricted your chest is. How there’s a ceiling on any kind of joy. For a lot of years.”
She carefully emphasises that the song wasn’t written to elicit sympathy or make a broader political point.
“I don’t think the artist’s intention or autobiography actually, frankly, ought to be relevant,” she says, politely but firmly shutting down any further questions.