Mr Capricious
I saw you in the light
A warm and velvet rush
You were poetry in flight
I don’t know where you came from
You lit the darkness bright
You were fire in the night
Somewhere in the future
I saw a memory in time
You were danger in plain sight
I’ll make a deal with you my friend
Heaven sublime until the very end
Chorus
They call you Mr Capricious
But you’re delectable and
Oh so delicious
But you won’t hear crying in a wild wind
You won’t hear him lying in a wild wind
Mr Capricious: Sound, Storm, and Survival
The new track Mr Capricious from iServalan is a work that resists traditional boundaries. Conceived first at the piano as a raw improvisation, the piece flows like a storm—unpredictable, dangerous, and strangely beautiful.
The piano accompaniment, later transcribed from an unscored improvisation, reveals an artist who rejects rigid verse–chorus grids. Instead, the score drifts through arpeggiated figures, fluid harmonic shifts, and elastic pacing. The effect is one of emotional weather: the listener is pulled into surges, pauses, and sudden flashes, mirroring the unpredictable turbulence of domestic power and control that underpins the song’s narrative.
Vocals take on the structural role, guiding the listener through shifting imagery—light, velvet, fire, memory, storm. Against this, the piano accompaniment becomes an unstable landscape: sometimes tender, sometimes threatening, always restless.
Lyrically, Mr Capricious inhabits the ambiguous territory between love, danger, and survival. The titular figure is both seductive and destructive, framed by refrains of the “wild wind” — a metaphor for both elemental chaos and the silencing effect of abuse. The interplay between beauty and menace lies at the heart of the track, making it both a personal confession and a universal warning.
For iServalan, improvisation is not an accident but a manifesto. In their own words, “I reject traditional structure in favour of feelings, emotions, fluid sensory experiences.” This refusal of convention creates music that is at once experimental and deeply human, a reminder that art can capture truths which fixed forms cannot.
With its cinematic video montage in progress — stitched from AI-generated fragments of fire, fog, masks, and storm — Mr Capricious arrives not just as a song, but as an atmosphere: a warning whispered through velvet, a memory carried on the wild wind.
