Throughout these initial glimpses at Tucker’s work, it’s become apparent that the singer isn’t afraid to tackle some of life’s most intimate subjects, and for “Habit,” anger over a tendency to keep quiet spills out, creating a cathartic, chaotic single.
“I got a bad habit/of holding my tongue,” Tucker confesses. Singing turns to speaking, as Tucker practically shouts out, ravaging against the one who broke their heart and kept the pieces. And while someone may come and easily glean the innermost parts of ourselves, Tucker confesses a feeling of continuing affection. Backed by guitar with just a hint of fuzz and drums that build to astounding heights, “Habit” feels like a turning point, a confession that comes crashing down, the freeing of this emotional weight, and the ability to finally speak up apparent in its restless nature.