Yesterday RIP by Wiktoria: A Folky, Poppy, Weirdly Haunting Ride
Alright, let’s talk about Yesterday RIP by Wiktoria, because honestly, it’s been stuck in my head like a stubborn sock in a washing machine. Released in 2016 under Moon Man Records (cool name, right?), this album is a genre-bending cocktail of Folk, World, Country, Pop, and Pop/Rock. Yeah, that’s a mouthful—kinda like biting into an overstuffed taco. But hey, somehow it works.
The standout track, obviously, is “Yesterday R.I.P.” I mean, how could you not remember a song with a title like that? It hits you with this bittersweet vibe, like saying goodbye to your favorite pair of jeans after realizing they no longer fit. The melody has a folky backbone but sneaks in these poppy hooks that are dangerously catchy. You’ll find yourself humming it while waiting for coffee or zoning out during awkward Zoom calls. Lyrically, it feels personal yet universal—a breakup letter to the past, wrapped up in lush harmonies and acoustic strums. Honestly, if nostalgia had a soundtrack, this would be it.
Another track worth mentioning is… okay, fine, I’ll admit I don’t have the full tracklist memorized. But there’s one other tune—I think it’s called something vague like “Falling Through Time” or maybe “Dreams Don’t Sleep”? Anyway, it’s got this dreamy, almost ethereal quality that makes you want to stare wistfully out of car windows on long road trips. It builds slowly, layering instruments until it feels like you’re floating through clouds made of sound. Just when you think it can’t get any bigger, BAM—it drops back down to earth with a soft landing. Feels like emotional whiplash, but in the best way possible.
What sticks with me most about Yesterday RIP isn’t just the music—it’s the mood. This album doesn’t try too hard to impress you; instead, it invites you to sit with it for a while. Like, “Hey, here’s some feelings. Deal with ‘em.” And honestly, who doesn’t need more of that?
So yeah, Wiktoria pulled off something special here. If albums were people, this one would probably wear patchwork sweaters, write poetry in coffee shop corners, and occasionally make you cry in public. Not bad for a record released six years ago. Now excuse me while I go listen to “Yesterday R.I.P.” again—and possibly rethink all my life choices.
