“I Called It Brisket” by Ignatius C. Litroc is a darkly ironic ballad that walks a fine line between tenderness and unease. Loosely inspired by a notorious Montreal killer case, the song does not dwell on crime itself, but instead uses it as a distant shadow to explore obsession, surrender, and the unsettling extremes of love. It examines the pleasures of flesh in both emotional and literal senses, revealing how affection can slowly twist into something irrational and consuming.
Musically, the track unfolds with cinematic pacing, allowing tension and intimacy to build gradually. Litroc’s crooner-like vocals add a strange warmth, creating a contrast between the smooth delivery and the disturbing undertones of the story. This balance is what makes the song so compelling — it feels romantic, unsettling, and oddly vulnerable all at once.
What truly sets “I Called It Brisket” apart is its dry, understated humor. The irony softens the darkness without dismissing it, inviting listeners into a love story that is equal parts grotesque and sincere. The result is a haunting, thought-provoking piece that lingers long after the final note.
