Part of that ongoing work is laid out in full view for all the world to see on RESTORATION. It’s in the anguished performances and the unflinching lyrics of One Drink Away and SORRY I’M LATE. It’ll continue every night when RØRY hits stages for the emotionally charged sold-out headline shows around the UK in March. How she got here from where she was is remarkable. What put her there in the first place is the big question.
Though undoubtedly a major factor, it’s overly simplistic to attribute all of everything to their mum passing away after a four-year cancer battle when Rox was just 22. To the outside world, they had everything anyone could ever want in life before. Scratch the surface, however, and the truth belies a much darker reality.
“If I go back to childhood, the house I grew up in looked like the perfect family home,” they admit. “I had a mum, a dad, a brother and I was a gifted child. But behind closed doors, my family was torn apart by my dad’s infidelity, from before I was born to up until my mum died. Essentially, I was living in a house of lies, deceit, avoidance, repression of anger, repression of boundaries, and forgiveness to the point of self-destruction.
“As a teenager I became a ‘problem child’: shoplifting, drinking, running out to meet boys and girls, and all that jazz. I read an amazing phrase recently: ‘You’re not the problem child, you’re the child communicating the problem.’
“I became, in a strange way, a sort of mini-version of my dad,” she continues. “Even though my dad had been and still is the person who hurt me the most, historically, he has always been my hero. I think so much of my behaviour was [the result of] growing up in a very emotionally disconnected house.
“It’s almost like I had two options, and I’ve lived them both. I’ve lived my dad’s version, which is: no emotion, shag whatever you want, drink it away and be a bully. That was in my 20s when I wasn’t a very nice person. When I sanitise myself, I’ll be like my mum: forgiving, angel on Earth, seeing the good in everyone. But then you get walked over and abused and that doesn’t work out well. The story of my life has been trying to find out, ‘Well, who the hell am I? Where do I fit in?’”