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Continued from page 20 set in 2014, TPR was headlining its own world tours. And Momsen was no longer the wide-eyed naïf. Now she’s seen it all, she says, visited all the countries, and gotten a much wider – and wiser – perspective on the world. And she’s learned simple techniques for surviving on tour – drink a lot of water and get as much sleep as possible. “So I don’t know if I’ve necessarily learned lessons, but as I’ve gotten older, everything becomes a little more clearer, you know?” she says. Still, she wasn’t prepared for the existential crisis that blindsided her after Hell’s extensive – and physically grueling – attendant global juggernaut. Momsen returned to New York, then her Batcave, totally spent, drained of all creative energy. She reckons this happens to a lot of artists, she says – once you com- Phillips sat down to start writing, the songs came quickly. “So it was probably written in six or seven months,” she recalls. “And I think the epiphany for me was getting it all out in the songs – I was expressing myself through our music, and when you finish a song – and it’s good – it’s the most elating feeling on the planet.” Finishing Who You Selling For – finally getting every track down perfect in the studio – also raised every band members flagging spirits. Momsen believes that she phrased everything for maximum emotional – and socio-political – effect. Starting with the consumerist-society-addressing title cut itself, her claws are razor-sharp and out for blood. What’s going wrong with the world today? She thinks she nailed it. The number opens on soft percussion brushstrokes, gentle bluesy guitar chords, and Momsen at her most folksy and restrained on reflective words like, “In the middle of a dream on the darkest night/ Woke up in a scream thought I’d lost my sight.” The breezy “Bedroom Window” follows, wherein she coldly, clinically stares out her portal and murmur-notes “I see the chaos that’s calling me…Is it all real or just fantasy/ I have lost touch with what Taylor Momsen of The Pretty Reckless photo by Taryn Decken plete a huge project like a world tour cycle, or even finishing an album or any big body of work, you’re left with a giant hole in your life. An abyss that often sucks you over its edge and downward, until depression sets in and you begin questioning everything. Her own self-doubt left her with two huge queries – Who am I? she asked herself, over and over again. And What do I do now? She remembered a quote from a famous musician, possibly Clapton, she thinks. “He said, ‘When you’re left with that artistic hole, you fill it with drugs and alcohol,’” she relates. “But I try not to do that – I try to fill it with more art, but that’s not always easy. So when we got off tour, we were all pretty beat, and kind of at a low point.” But this composer had something to say, and she soon emerged from her slump, reinvigorated. She wanted to track an organic record with her band, sans any gleaming overdubs, a gravelly rock and roll magnum opus that unleashed all of her pent-up lyrical fury. And once she and 26 illinoisentertainer.com december 2016 makes me human…It’s all too much for me.” The more amped-up anthem “Livin in the Storm” pushes the concept further, with the vocalist growling, “They’re killing brains in all of my friends/ When I look inside of ‘em there’s nothing happening.” Like Lady Gaga, Momsen has a gorgeous bluesy-ballad voice, which can accelerate to a high-decibel banshee wail in a heartbeat, as on the punk-propelled “Oh My God,” when she explodes with “Wish I was a normal human being…I am a victim of my own self worth.” And she can sing the blues like a retro purist, in down and dirty dirges like “Already Dead” and “Back to the River” (featuring Warren Haynes). And you can’t truly sing the blues unless you’ve lived them, Momsen understands. Does she deal with extreme selfworth issues? She snorts. “Of course! I am the most insecure person you’ve ever met in your life. Everything worries me. I’m constantly questioning myself, questioning Continued on page 41