Norway's most precious, provocative pop export presents the barbed strokes of 'Apocalypse, Girl' - her 3rd album - with Brooklyn's Sacred Bones. In possession of an effortlessly natural, evocative voice, coupled with probing lyrics, Jenny surrounds herself with musicians of a similarly rarified calibre, including Thor Harris (Swans), Okkyung Lee, and Rhodri Davis, who all play within her "intimate sound" parameters; empathising with her open-minded, transgressive pop rhetoric and disquietingly reserved aesthetic in a winding, hallucinatory narrative. Produced by another prime Norsk mutant, Lasse Marhaug, 'Apocalypse, Girl' unfolds with uncannily lucid yet dream-like logic between ten songs covering stylistic ground between infected ambient, folksy disco and sylvan synth moments; oscillating elegantly between passages of sublime darkness, as with 'White Underground' and the ten minute closer, 'Holy Land', and cuttingly incisive synth-pop with the likes of 'Take Care Of Yourself' or the gilded, operatic disco-pop of 'Heaven'. Most of all, it feels highly considered, balancing the oneiric compositional appeal of artists such as Julia Holter or Letha Rodman Melchior with something more wry, knowing, or humourous thanks to that sardonic Scandinavian slant, at once rooted and slow-moving yet progressive in her intentions and subtly layered sonic elements. Simply, 'Apocalypse, Girl' pushes pop buttons that most others can't reach.
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Norway's most precious, provocative pop export presents the barbed strokes of 'Apocalypse, Girl' - her 3rd album - with Brooklyn's Sacred Bones. In possession of an effortlessly natural, evocative voice, coupled with probing lyrics, Jenny surrounds herself with musicians of a similarly rarified calibre, including Thor Harris (Swans), Okkyung Lee, and Rhodri Davis, who all play within her "intimate sound" parameters; empathising with her open-minded, transgressive pop rhetoric and disquietingly reserved aesthetic in a winding, hallucinatory narrative. Produced by another prime Norsk mutant, Lasse Marhaug, 'Apocalypse, Girl' unfolds with uncannily lucid yet dream-like logic between ten songs covering stylistic ground between infected ambient, folksy disco and sylvan synth moments; oscillating elegantly between passages of sublime darkness, as with 'White Underground' and the ten minute closer, 'Holy Land', and cuttingly incisive synth-pop with the likes of 'Take Care Of Yourself' or the gilded, operatic disco-pop of 'Heaven'. Most of all, it feels highly considered, balancing the oneiric compositional appeal of artists such as Julia Holter or Letha Rodman Melchior with something more wry, knowing, or humourous thanks to that sardonic Scandinavian slant, at once rooted and slow-moving yet progressive in her intentions and subtly layered sonic elements. Simply, 'Apocalypse, Girl' pushes pop buttons that most others can't reach.
Norway's most precious, provocative pop export presents the barbed strokes of 'Apocalypse, Girl' - her 3rd album - with Brooklyn's Sacred Bones. In possession of an effortlessly natural, evocative voice, coupled with probing lyrics, Jenny surrounds herself with musicians of a similarly rarified calibre, including Thor Harris (Swans), Okkyung Lee, and Rhodri Davis, who all play within her "intimate sound" parameters; empathising with her open-minded, transgressive pop rhetoric and disquietingly reserved aesthetic in a winding, hallucinatory narrative. Produced by another prime Norsk mutant, Lasse Marhaug, 'Apocalypse, Girl' unfolds with uncannily lucid yet dream-like logic between ten songs covering stylistic ground between infected ambient, folksy disco and sylvan synth moments; oscillating elegantly between passages of sublime darkness, as with 'White Underground' and the ten minute closer, 'Holy Land', and cuttingly incisive synth-pop with the likes of 'Take Care Of Yourself' or the gilded, operatic disco-pop of 'Heaven'. Most of all, it feels highly considered, balancing the oneiric compositional appeal of artists such as Julia Holter or Letha Rodman Melchior with something more wry, knowing, or humourous thanks to that sardonic Scandinavian slant, at once rooted and slow-moving yet progressive in her intentions and subtly layered sonic elements. Simply, 'Apocalypse, Girl' pushes pop buttons that most others can't reach.
Norway's most precious, provocative pop export presents the barbed strokes of 'Apocalypse, Girl' - her 3rd album - with Brooklyn's Sacred Bones. In possession of an effortlessly natural, evocative voice, coupled with probing lyrics, Jenny surrounds herself with musicians of a similarly rarified calibre, including Thor Harris (Swans), Okkyung Lee, and Rhodri Davis, who all play within her "intimate sound" parameters; empathising with her open-minded, transgressive pop rhetoric and disquietingly reserved aesthetic in a winding, hallucinatory narrative. Produced by another prime Norsk mutant, Lasse Marhaug, 'Apocalypse, Girl' unfolds with uncannily lucid yet dream-like logic between ten songs covering stylistic ground between infected ambient, folksy disco and sylvan synth moments; oscillating elegantly between passages of sublime darkness, as with 'White Underground' and the ten minute closer, 'Holy Land', and cuttingly incisive synth-pop with the likes of 'Take Care Of Yourself' or the gilded, operatic disco-pop of 'Heaven'. Most of all, it feels highly considered, balancing the oneiric compositional appeal of artists such as Julia Holter or Letha Rodman Melchior with something more wry, knowing, or humourous thanks to that sardonic Scandinavian slant, at once rooted and slow-moving yet progressive in her intentions and subtly layered sonic elements. Simply, 'Apocalypse, Girl' pushes pop buttons that most others can't reach.
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Norway's most precious, provocative pop export presents the barbed strokes of 'Apocalypse, Girl' - her 3rd album - with Brooklyn's Sacred Bones. In possession of an effortlessly natural, evocative voice, coupled with probing lyrics, Jenny surrounds herself with musicians of a similarly rarified calibre, including Thor Harris (Swans), Okkyung Lee, and Rhodri Davis, who all play within her "intimate sound" parameters; empathising with her open-minded, transgressive pop rhetoric and disquietingly reserved aesthetic in a winding, hallucinatory narrative. Produced by another prime Norsk mutant, Lasse Marhaug, 'Apocalypse, Girl' unfolds with uncannily lucid yet dream-like logic between ten songs covering stylistic ground between infected ambient, folksy disco and sylvan synth moments; oscillating elegantly between passages of sublime darkness, as with 'White Underground' and the ten minute closer, 'Holy Land', and cuttingly incisive synth-pop with the likes of 'Take Care Of Yourself' or the gilded, operatic disco-pop of 'Heaven'. Most of all, it feels highly considered, balancing the oneiric compositional appeal of artists such as Julia Holter or Letha Rodman Melchior with something more wry, knowing, or humourous thanks to that sardonic Scandinavian slant, at once rooted and slow-moving yet progressive in her intentions and subtly layered sonic elements. Simply, 'Apocalypse, Girl' pushes pop buttons that most others can't reach.
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Norway's most precious, provocative pop export presents the barbed strokes of 'Apocalypse, Girl' - her 3rd album - with Brooklyn's Sacred Bones. In possession of an effortlessly natural, evocative voice, coupled with probing lyrics, Jenny surrounds herself with musicians of a similarly rarified calibre, including Thor Harris (Swans), Okkyung Lee, and Rhodri Davis, who all play within her "intimate sound" parameters; empathising with her open-minded, transgressive pop rhetoric and disquietingly reserved aesthetic in a winding, hallucinatory narrative. Produced by another prime Norsk mutant, Lasse Marhaug, 'Apocalypse, Girl' unfolds with uncannily lucid yet dream-like logic between ten songs covering stylistic ground between infected ambient, folksy disco and sylvan synth moments; oscillating elegantly between passages of sublime darkness, as with 'White Underground' and the ten minute closer, 'Holy Land', and cuttingly incisive synth-pop with the likes of 'Take Care Of Yourself' or the gilded, operatic disco-pop of 'Heaven'. Most of all, it feels highly considered, balancing the oneiric compositional appeal of artists such as Julia Holter or Letha Rodman Melchior with something more wry, knowing, or humourous thanks to that sardonic Scandinavian slant, at once rooted and slow-moving yet progressive in her intentions and subtly layered sonic elements. Simply, 'Apocalypse, Girl' pushes pop buttons that most others can't reach.