Review: Hexed or vexed, either way Aya sounds pretty pissed off about something. Which is no bad thing. There's a lot to express rage about right now. But that's not really what this is about. Instead, as the blurb explains, this is a record which "confronts the desperation and dysfunction of addiction." No longer "me-less", this is what happens then the lights are turned on and both audience and artist see the real portrait for what it is. And that's pretty hard to define. There are moments here that erupt into niche-bassline levels of unabashed bouncy overbite silliness. At other times, it's freaky deaky broken grunge-electro. Then we descend into sludgy staccato mayhem. Fans of Rainy Miller, Iceboy Violet, and Arca take note - this is comparable, in the sense that it's pretty much incomparable.
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