SKYQUAKER – “LIONESS”(Single Review: By a Man Who’s Still Catching His Breath)
Let’s get one thing straight: this song doesn’t purr—it hunts.
“Lioness” is a cosmic stomp through the jungle of the sacred feminine, drenched in myth, mischief, and mind-altering vocals. It doesn’t whisper empowerment slogans—it kicks open the temple doors, eats your chakras, and slinks off in slow motion while you’re still blinking.
The track opens like a sunrise made of bass. A slow, sultry pulse—think Cleopatra rolling a cigarette on the bones of her enemies. Then come the vocals.
Steve Hope-Wynne doesn’t sing “Lioness”—he channels it.
He’s not your frontman here—he’s your priest, your prophet, your possessed theatre director shouting at the moon. He rides the verses like he’s on the back of the goddess herself, one hand in her mane, the other flipping off every man who ever wrote her out of history.
And then that chorus.
It doesn’t drop—it erupts.
It’s a war cry in a cocktail dress.
It’s Eurythmics meets Ziggy Stardust on a peyote retreat in Mesopotamia.
Lyrically? This is no cliché-ridden ode to “strong women.” No lip-service to the divine feminine while selling yoga pants on Instagram.
This is ancient. This is ritual. This is myth-touched madness and metaphysical groove.
Listen close and you’ll hear echoes of Bowie, sure. Maybe a sprinkle of Queen. Maybe even a touch of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins meets post-rock Electric Six.
But let’s be clear—no one delivers this but SHW. That voice. That conviction.
Like someone found the sacred scroll of womanhood and decided to perform it shirtless with eyeliner and thunder in their boots.
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Final Verdict:
“Lioness” isn’t a song—it’s a summoning.
It’s raw, radiant, theatrical, and true.
And after hearing it…
You’ll never pronounce the word lioness the usual way again.
by Andy Wilkins