Opal Tapes alum Aja Ireland (fka AJA) freewheels thru hyperpop, hard dance, drill and grotty deconstructed club sounds on 'Cryptid', spiking her tracks with AI-mangled vocals and dystopian soundscapes.
Right at home on Mexico City's Infinite Machine imprint, 'Cryptid' plays like a gabrled memory dump of recent underground club mores. It's billed as a testament to the culture that shaped Ireland, and trawls through the remnants of various interconnected sounds, drawing a through-line with the cheeky narration. She raps over pneumatic airlock beats and distorted 808 kicks on the title track, using AI to randomize her Dadaist wordplay, and on 'Death Drop', adds serrated teeth to a ballroom-inspired flurry of toms and robotic screams.
On 'The Day I Fell...', Ireland brushes vintage electro, cutting honking vintage synths with Charli-like vocalizations, while 'Little Butt Baddie' seeks out the fertile space between Jersey club and drill, disrupting its energetic rhythm with gun cocks and CO2 blasts.
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Opal Tapes alum Aja Ireland (fka AJA) freewheels thru hyperpop, hard dance, drill and grotty deconstructed club sounds on 'Cryptid', spiking her tracks with AI-mangled vocals and dystopian soundscapes.
Right at home on Mexico City's Infinite Machine imprint, 'Cryptid' plays like a gabrled memory dump of recent underground club mores. It's billed as a testament to the culture that shaped Ireland, and trawls through the remnants of various interconnected sounds, drawing a through-line with the cheeky narration. She raps over pneumatic airlock beats and distorted 808 kicks on the title track, using AI to randomize her Dadaist wordplay, and on 'Death Drop', adds serrated teeth to a ballroom-inspired flurry of toms and robotic screams.
On 'The Day I Fell...', Ireland brushes vintage electro, cutting honking vintage synths with Charli-like vocalizations, while 'Little Butt Baddie' seeks out the fertile space between Jersey club and drill, disrupting its energetic rhythm with gun cocks and CO2 blasts.
Opal Tapes alum Aja Ireland (fka AJA) freewheels thru hyperpop, hard dance, drill and grotty deconstructed club sounds on 'Cryptid', spiking her tracks with AI-mangled vocals and dystopian soundscapes.
Right at home on Mexico City's Infinite Machine imprint, 'Cryptid' plays like a gabrled memory dump of recent underground club mores. It's billed as a testament to the culture that shaped Ireland, and trawls through the remnants of various interconnected sounds, drawing a through-line with the cheeky narration. She raps over pneumatic airlock beats and distorted 808 kicks on the title track, using AI to randomize her Dadaist wordplay, and on 'Death Drop', adds serrated teeth to a ballroom-inspired flurry of toms and robotic screams.
On 'The Day I Fell...', Ireland brushes vintage electro, cutting honking vintage synths with Charli-like vocalizations, while 'Little Butt Baddie' seeks out the fertile space between Jersey club and drill, disrupting its energetic rhythm with gun cocks and CO2 blasts.
Opal Tapes alum Aja Ireland (fka AJA) freewheels thru hyperpop, hard dance, drill and grotty deconstructed club sounds on 'Cryptid', spiking her tracks with AI-mangled vocals and dystopian soundscapes.
Right at home on Mexico City's Infinite Machine imprint, 'Cryptid' plays like a gabrled memory dump of recent underground club mores. It's billed as a testament to the culture that shaped Ireland, and trawls through the remnants of various interconnected sounds, drawing a through-line with the cheeky narration. She raps over pneumatic airlock beats and distorted 808 kicks on the title track, using AI to randomize her Dadaist wordplay, and on 'Death Drop', adds serrated teeth to a ballroom-inspired flurry of toms and robotic screams.
On 'The Day I Fell...', Ireland brushes vintage electro, cutting honking vintage synths with Charli-like vocalizations, while 'Little Butt Baddie' seeks out the fertile space between Jersey club and drill, disrupting its energetic rhythm with gun cocks and CO2 blasts.