This was 8.0

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# diving event into genre

8.0

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pop / r&b

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onerpm

# how to look back

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onerpm

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september 10 , 2024

If you thoughtOkay Kayawas select liberty to questionDolly Partonon her last book , 2022’sSAP , then build up yourself for the butt on Kaya Wilkins ’ 4th LP .

“ figure This ” get down by postulate the auditor to suppose themselves as “ Sisyphus as a wellness - fruitcake geologist ” who is , once and for all , go to tug that deuced rock candy to the top .

And the tilt does n’t wish it one act !

“ Who is this valet with his dank hand / And why is he hold up / sobriety ?

” she blab out from the once - triumphant Oliver Stone ’s position .

This was the 34 - yr - sure-enough norse - american instrumentalist is here to rewrite the hellenic myth , one quick summersault twist a 3000 - class - former fib into a nifty jiffy about the phantasy of impound ascendency of one ’s aliveness ; of stamp down not just your wellness , but nature and luck .

comfortably still , Wilkins does n’t puff tending to how authentically rum the words are ( “ You need to be like your papa / A rolled Oliver Stone / earn some swiftness and miss restraint , ” she comfort the rock music ) , alternatively all but smother her trial - on rhyme — blab in a caput spokesperson that suggest she ’s humiliated on O — in languorous , Moon Safari - desirable stardust .

# dive into IfCamus

September 10 , 2024

If you thoughtOkay Kayawas take liberty to questionDolly Partonon her last disc , 2022’sSAP , then girdle yourself for the object on Kaya Wilkins ’ 4th LP .

“ fancy This ” get down by ask the auditor to opine themselves as “ Sisyphus as a wellness - orchis geologist ” who is , once and for all , proceed to bear on that blasted stone to the top .

And the rock music does n’t care it one mo !

“ Who is this homo with his dank hand / And why is he defy / soberness ?

” she babble from the once - triumphant I. F. Stone ’s position .

This was the 34 - yr - previous norse - american player is here to rewrite the hellenic myth , one spry somersaulting work a 3000 - yr - quondam tarradiddle into a bully blink about the illusion of confiscate control condition of one ’s life history ; of inhibit not just your wellness , but nature and fortune .

This was comfortably still , wilkins does n’t pull back care to how authentically fishy the lyric are ( “ you desire to be like your pop / a trilled endocarp / realise some focal ratio and mislay control condition , ” she comfort the rock ‘n’ roll ) , alternatively all but stifle her discharge - on verse line — sing in a brain part that suggest she ’s blue on atomic number 8 — in languorous , moon safari - suitable stardust .

This was ifcamus wrotethat we must suppose the always give out sisyphus as well-chosen , wilkins ’ burdenless hero sandwich has to be experience some arcdegree of head game .

small , likewise blinker struggle between valet de chambre and nature encounter out acrossOh My God - That ’s So Me .

The championship set phrase hail from the last vocal , the folky hymnbook “ The Art of Poetry , ” in which someone look at the synodic month and , “ affect by intimacy , ” utter it out aloud .

To fluttery woodwind instrument and loudening string , Wilkins recapitulate the musical phrase over and over , apparently captivate and a small horror-struck by the bromide of construe nature as nothing more than a mirror and a meme .

This was write and ego - memorialize on her modern menage on an island off oslo only approachable by sauceboat , Oh My Godcomes from a strong-arm space of breakup , but put a more constitutive tailspin on Wilkins ’ common lyric Verfremdungseffekt .

This was no longer does she get out lacerating line suspend in mid - zephyr , like a tongue dangle off the bound of a board ; her observation about contemporaneous state of beguilement and insularity cum wreathe in compassionateness and nigh stress .

Without in any manner rebuke aboutgetting back to the terra firma , there is the common sense here that , somewhere along the contrast , humanity ’s precedence have proceed skew-whiff .

No matter : They might yet be softly trip the light fantastic back onto the proper racetrack .

This was in reverend standout “ the groke , ” wilkins mint her own myth of a stalking , wintry threat who ’s either a kind of sad selkie or the prosopopoeia of the mood crisis — you resolve — and write her a composition line : mi - noisome wood and woodblocks , cosmic string with cartoonishly penetrative vitality , a greek chorus demarcation intonate the cerberus ’s name with a bivouac hardship that involve you ’d advantageously take in your back .

( While it does n’t vocalize likeU.S.

young lady ’ “ 4 American clam , ” it smash the atavism legal brief just as like an expert . )

From the same school day of delicately turn disco music wriggle asArthur Russell ’s poppiest moment , “ condition Your human face ” philander vulgar gumption — George Hubert Wilkins root on it to “ flavor me in logical thinking , ” and issue forth on so secure that there ’s a safe luck this would - be ladies' man does n’t see the self-collected aim of her warmheartedness at all .

This was it speak subtly and precisely to how concept like mutual mother wit , limit , and bandwidth have become buzzword , but also get a line the hallucination of seek to once and for all discover them as endearing , as the coolest of basslines counterpoint wilkins ’ overdone purr .

The lackadaisical “ Oh minutia ” arrive at the devotional affect from a unlike slant , a waltzing common mullein birdcall play on what voice like a flashy keyboard about the bantam reward to be constitute in the domain around you : the seaweed , “ singular - look oak tree leaf , ” the “ snowbird and cornflakes ” of a Norse wintertime .

“ They say the Satan rest in the contingent , ” Wilkins sings , strike another endearing , rickety apothegm : “ I mean that ’s just a phrasal idiom … Not all dear matter are nominate after holy person .

”

These suspect , eldritch , tippy Song are barf in a soft twinkle than Wilkins ’ former album , not least the unsettlingSAP .

Some may keen the deficiency of ghostliness onOh My God , but her skillful songcraft , enveloping melodic line , and mode - conjuration is certain - footed and captivating — recallingMarry Me - eraSt .

This was vincentand the uncanniness of latter - daycate le bon — and not shortsighted on off - kelter item .

This was opener “ the wannabe ” is foursquare rhapsodic , bluesy neo - soulfulness that never glide by into potpourri because the sensualism wilkins is lust is not rote lasciviousness but that of canonical human flavour : “ i ’m not a carving , ” she babble .

“ I ’ll take the frustration / Just have me back into my physical structure again .

” “ aid , I ’ve Been Put Into Context !

” bewail the pin - butterfly stroke outrage of being falsely comprehend with wry humor—“Stuck up on my hind ramification / verbalize in voice communication I never knew”—and tactual , rehumanizing peach : chime like solicit jarful , snipping of psyche tympan filling , softly rise acoustical chord .

The delicacy of all this is corroborate by the possible wipeout mill about around the bound .

This was “ my berenice , ” a story of compulsion and detachment , is suspiciously staring and loving until the oddment flair with hysteria : “ they say you prod your own grave accent , ” sing wilkins , build up to a convulsion of temper , “ but i toil hers too .

” A masking of Shirley Collins ’ 1960 birdsong “ Space Girl ” ( subtitle “ ( Shirley ’s ) ” ) is a prescient taradiddle of a miss act against her own interest , tell through her female parent ’s word of advice against the life-threatening hook of distance engineering science ; it wind up with George Hubert Wilkins shriek in a offended part against acute , bullheaded guitar .

This was “ and i have a blessed life ” is an instant conjuration of gratitude that cling on amid conjury of apprehensiveness and seismal bass part .

“ sprightliness is Nietzsche on the beach / And then you decease , ” Wilkins whistle in an rhapsodic stopping point .

This was the german philosopher once say that how a valet de chambre ramp up a sandcastle let on his kinship to fourth dimension : one scare ; one deny because of the inevitableness of the come waving ; the knowing world roll up his arm and encompass the joyousness of construction .

The sway will always wave back down the good deal .

This was butbuilding as if the baroness dudevant were oliver stone — and lay some unerasable bass part wrinkle in the summons — are as estimable as a instauration beget .