A fiery anthem of frustration & defiance.
🔹 Biting lyrics & grungy guitars fuel this alt-rock eruption.
🔹 A battle cry for anyone who’s been underestimated.
🔹 Built-up rage finally let loose in anthemic form.
💭 “Please sir, tell me what to do.” – Sarcasm in forced politeness.
💥 The boiling point: “I’m screaming inside like all the time.”
🔨 “Unsolicited advice, a hammer on my head.” – The weight of constant dismissal.
⚡ Verses: Tense, simmering frustration.
🔥 Chorus: Explosive, anthemic release.
🎸 Grungy guitars & crashing drums – Amplifying the pent-up rage.
🎤 Raw, emotive vocals – The sound of barely-contained fury.
⚡ Slow-burning verses – Build-up before the chaos.
🚀 Shout-along chorus – Impossible not to sing (or scream) along.
🎸 Punk energy + alt-rock grit – A throwback to early 2000s riot grrrl vibes.
🔥 Emotional storytelling – Universally relatable frustration.
💢 More than just angst—it’s empowerment.
🎭 Turning frustration into fire & defiance.
🎤 By the final chorus, you won’t just listen—you’ll feel it.
Fionn’s latest single, “Blow” isn’t just a song—it’s an eruption of pent-up frustration, sarcasm, and righteous anger wrapped in an electrifying alt-rock package.
With biting lyrics and explosive instrumentation, the track perfectly captures the experience of being constantly talked down to, dismissed, and underestimated. Through sharp storytelling and an anthemic chorus, Fionn transforms everyday aggravations into a cathartic sonic release.
At its core, “Blow” is about the relentless pressures and microaggressions that build up over time. The verses paint all-too-familiar scenarios: the passive-aggressive boss, the patronizing coworker, the self-important music bro at a party offering unsolicited advice. Each interaction drips with condescension, and the narrator is forced to nod along and “play nice” while their patience wears dangerously thin.
“Please sir, tell me what to do” encapsulates this forced submission, a biting remark wrapped in feigned obedience.
The chorus is the boiling point, where the quiet frustration turns into internalized rage. “I’m screaming inside like all the time / Excuse me sir, I didn’t know”—a sarcastic retort to the endless cycle of being underestimated and dismissed. The song’s punchy, repetitive delivery mimics the suffocating nature of these experiences, amplifying the growing tension.
By the bridge, the anger is no longer contained. “Unsolicited advice, a hammer on my head” crystallizes the exhaustion of constantly being talked down to. The final image of punching a pillow until the feathers explode is the perfect metaphor for restrained rage—silent, but devastating all the same.
Musically, “Blow” thrives on dynamic contrast. The verses are tense, with a steady buildup that mirrors the growing frustration in the lyrics.
Then, the chorus erupts in a grungy, anthemic explosion, amplifying the bottled-up emotions with distorted guitars and pounding drums. The repetition of “I’m screaming inside like all the time” turns into an empowering release, making it impossible not to shout along.
The song’s alt-rock grit and punk energy give it an edge reminiscent of early 2000s riot grrrl and garage rock bands. Fionn’s vocal delivery is equally crucial—balancing simmering restraint with full-throttle emotional release, capturing the exact moment when forced politeness gives way to an unstoppable eruption.
“Blow” is more than just an angsty alt-rock track—it’s a battle cry for anyone who’s ever been patronized, underestimated, or simply had to swallow their frustration. Fionn channels universal experiences of workplace struggles, creative dismissal, and everyday annoyances into a defiant, no-holds-barred anthem.
By the time the final chorus hits, it’s impossible not to feel the rush of catharsis. “Blow” isn’t just about anger—it’s about reclaiming power, turning frustration into fire, and refusing to be silenced.
For those who wants to hear the song firsthand, the song is available on Youtube.
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[Verse]
I’m driving trying to change the lane
My signal on it’s all the same
They speed up instead of slowing down
I miss my turn, go back around the block
Until I’m at my job, clock in, paste a smile on
My boss says “late again?”
Even though I haven’t been in
[Pre Chorus]
6 whole months
I promise I’ll do better
Then he mansplains how to pour a drink
I’ve made for months
And I nod like a brainless fool
Please sir tell me what to do…
[Chorus]
I’m screaming inside like all the time like all the time
Excuse me sir I didn’t know
Tell me, tell me, tell mе
Playing nice, knuckles white I’m bout to blow
[Verse]
I’m at a party playing songs, thе guy beside me nods and says
“I heard you on the radio, I’m such a fan but don’t you know
Your melodies are so cliche
Who needs a chorus anyway, my band wouldn’t sell out that way
Been writing songs and making waves for
[Pre Chorus]
6 whole months
Your stuff is pretty cool
But we’ll be the next Nirvana
Give us 6 more months.”
And I nod like a brainless fool
Please sir tell me what to do
[Chorus]
I’m screaming inside like all the time like all the time
Excuse me sir I didn’t know
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Playing nice, knuckles white I’m bout to blow
[Bridge]
Unsolicited advice a hammer on my head my my
You’ve got so much to say my guy, you’ve got so much to say
Just love to put me in my place, like I’m a leaf and you’re the rake
At home my pillow is your face, and I punch it til the feathers float everywhere
[Chorus]
I’m screaming inside like all the time like all the time
Excuse me sir I didn’t know
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Playing nice, knuckles white I’m bout to blow
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