Twigs commences her horny rave-pop era with an ode to ‘90s euphoria and rave subcultures produced by herself with Koreless, Two Shell, Eartheater, Stargate, and Ojivolta - plus flipping’ Sasha! - to mark 13 years at the top of her game
Ever since we had the honour of playing a modest part in introducing Twigs with an early whitelabel pressing of her prodigious debut EP in 2012, it has been deeply rewarding to witness her come to occupy a special place in the popular imagination as a triple threat dancer, singer, actor and all-round modern pop pioneer and cultural icon. She says her 3rd studio album ‘Eusexua’ - a portmanteau of “euphoria” and “sex” - is named for the “sensation of being so euphoric” that one could “transcend human form”, and in that sense kinda reminds us of Coil’s reflections on the nature of early rave experiences with ecstasy as like having sex with oneself (not quite onanism; something else), but sans any explicit nod to gobbling garys. The result is a grown up definition of poptimism that balances its more frivolous aspects with finessed songwriting that edges on Kate Bush’s operatics as much as Orbital’s sort of arena/field-scale fireworks and SOPHIE’s queered hyerspop futurism, and all brims with a finely tempered, heart-in-mouth quality that pushes the right buttons dead on.
From the opening blood pump palpitations of a filtered rave hoof and trance siren glyde that feels like arriving at the club in its title piece, thru the lilting come-down grunge strums and soft touch breaks of ‘Wanderlust’, Twigs embodies the sylph-like spirit of what were once termed fluffy ravers, rather than the froth-at-mouth hardcore type. She epitomises how OG rave and its ‘90s commercialised form of “dance” music has transcended its scuzzier roots to become a runway score found in a permo state of nostalgia for rebel utopianism that feels more elusive with successive gens. She hears dance and its trip hop offshoots as the younger siblings of synth-pop in The Beach OST-esque ‘Girl Feels Good’, and it’s not hard to hear the electronic filigree of Koreless inflecting ‘Perfect Stranger’, which is also enhanced by Norse pop gods Stargate (Rihanna, Mariah, Atomic Kitten), whilst Koreless really gets at it on the glitching big beat banger ‘Drums of Death’. As yet we’re not privy to production credits for the rest, but can confirm the surging electro-house canter of ‘Room of Fools’ is a standout, like Kate Bush meets SOPHIE, and ‘Childlike Things’ feels like Basement Jaxx gone J-pop, whilst she saves a bit of signature, UK-style mutant R&B balladeering for ’24hr Dog’.
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Twigs commences her horny rave-pop era with an ode to ‘90s euphoria and rave subcultures produced by herself with Koreless, Two Shell, Eartheater, Stargate, and Ojivolta - plus flipping’ Sasha! - to mark 13 years at the top of her game
Ever since we had the honour of playing a modest part in introducing Twigs with an early whitelabel pressing of her prodigious debut EP in 2012, it has been deeply rewarding to witness her come to occupy a special place in the popular imagination as a triple threat dancer, singer, actor and all-round modern pop pioneer and cultural icon. She says her 3rd studio album ‘Eusexua’ - a portmanteau of “euphoria” and “sex” - is named for the “sensation of being so euphoric” that one could “transcend human form”, and in that sense kinda reminds us of Coil’s reflections on the nature of early rave experiences with ecstasy as like having sex with oneself (not quite onanism; something else), but sans any explicit nod to gobbling garys. The result is a grown up definition of poptimism that balances its more frivolous aspects with finessed songwriting that edges on Kate Bush’s operatics as much as Orbital’s sort of arena/field-scale fireworks and SOPHIE’s queered hyerspop futurism, and all brims with a finely tempered, heart-in-mouth quality that pushes the right buttons dead on.
From the opening blood pump palpitations of a filtered rave hoof and trance siren glyde that feels like arriving at the club in its title piece, thru the lilting come-down grunge strums and soft touch breaks of ‘Wanderlust’, Twigs embodies the sylph-like spirit of what were once termed fluffy ravers, rather than the froth-at-mouth hardcore type. She epitomises how OG rave and its ‘90s commercialised form of “dance” music has transcended its scuzzier roots to become a runway score found in a permo state of nostalgia for rebel utopianism that feels more elusive with successive gens. She hears dance and its trip hop offshoots as the younger siblings of synth-pop in The Beach OST-esque ‘Girl Feels Good’, and it’s not hard to hear the electronic filigree of Koreless inflecting ‘Perfect Stranger’, which is also enhanced by Norse pop gods Stargate (Rihanna, Mariah, Atomic Kitten), whilst Koreless really gets at it on the glitching big beat banger ‘Drums of Death’. As yet we’re not privy to production credits for the rest, but can confirm the surging electro-house canter of ‘Room of Fools’ is a standout, like Kate Bush meets SOPHIE, and ‘Childlike Things’ feels like Basement Jaxx gone J-pop, whilst she saves a bit of signature, UK-style mutant R&B balladeering for ’24hr Dog’.
Twigs commences her horny rave-pop era with an ode to ‘90s euphoria and rave subcultures produced by herself with Koreless, Two Shell, Eartheater, Stargate, and Ojivolta - plus flipping’ Sasha! - to mark 13 years at the top of her game
Ever since we had the honour of playing a modest part in introducing Twigs with an early whitelabel pressing of her prodigious debut EP in 2012, it has been deeply rewarding to witness her come to occupy a special place in the popular imagination as a triple threat dancer, singer, actor and all-round modern pop pioneer and cultural icon. She says her 3rd studio album ‘Eusexua’ - a portmanteau of “euphoria” and “sex” - is named for the “sensation of being so euphoric” that one could “transcend human form”, and in that sense kinda reminds us of Coil’s reflections on the nature of early rave experiences with ecstasy as like having sex with oneself (not quite onanism; something else), but sans any explicit nod to gobbling garys. The result is a grown up definition of poptimism that balances its more frivolous aspects with finessed songwriting that edges on Kate Bush’s operatics as much as Orbital’s sort of arena/field-scale fireworks and SOPHIE’s queered hyerspop futurism, and all brims with a finely tempered, heart-in-mouth quality that pushes the right buttons dead on.
From the opening blood pump palpitations of a filtered rave hoof and trance siren glyde that feels like arriving at the club in its title piece, thru the lilting come-down grunge strums and soft touch breaks of ‘Wanderlust’, Twigs embodies the sylph-like spirit of what were once termed fluffy ravers, rather than the froth-at-mouth hardcore type. She epitomises how OG rave and its ‘90s commercialised form of “dance” music has transcended its scuzzier roots to become a runway score found in a permo state of nostalgia for rebel utopianism that feels more elusive with successive gens. She hears dance and its trip hop offshoots as the younger siblings of synth-pop in The Beach OST-esque ‘Girl Feels Good’, and it’s not hard to hear the electronic filigree of Koreless inflecting ‘Perfect Stranger’, which is also enhanced by Norse pop gods Stargate (Rihanna, Mariah, Atomic Kitten), whilst Koreless really gets at it on the glitching big beat banger ‘Drums of Death’. As yet we’re not privy to production credits for the rest, but can confirm the surging electro-house canter of ‘Room of Fools’ is a standout, like Kate Bush meets SOPHIE, and ‘Childlike Things’ feels like Basement Jaxx gone J-pop, whilst she saves a bit of signature, UK-style mutant R&B balladeering for ’24hr Dog’.
Twigs commences her horny rave-pop era with an ode to ‘90s euphoria and rave subcultures produced by herself with Koreless, Two Shell, Eartheater, Stargate, and Ojivolta - plus flipping’ Sasha! - to mark 13 years at the top of her game
Ever since we had the honour of playing a modest part in introducing Twigs with an early whitelabel pressing of her prodigious debut EP in 2012, it has been deeply rewarding to witness her come to occupy a special place in the popular imagination as a triple threat dancer, singer, actor and all-round modern pop pioneer and cultural icon. She says her 3rd studio album ‘Eusexua’ - a portmanteau of “euphoria” and “sex” - is named for the “sensation of being so euphoric” that one could “transcend human form”, and in that sense kinda reminds us of Coil’s reflections on the nature of early rave experiences with ecstasy as like having sex with oneself (not quite onanism; something else), but sans any explicit nod to gobbling garys. The result is a grown up definition of poptimism that balances its more frivolous aspects with finessed songwriting that edges on Kate Bush’s operatics as much as Orbital’s sort of arena/field-scale fireworks and SOPHIE’s queered hyerspop futurism, and all brims with a finely tempered, heart-in-mouth quality that pushes the right buttons dead on.
From the opening blood pump palpitations of a filtered rave hoof and trance siren glyde that feels like arriving at the club in its title piece, thru the lilting come-down grunge strums and soft touch breaks of ‘Wanderlust’, Twigs embodies the sylph-like spirit of what were once termed fluffy ravers, rather than the froth-at-mouth hardcore type. She epitomises how OG rave and its ‘90s commercialised form of “dance” music has transcended its scuzzier roots to become a runway score found in a permo state of nostalgia for rebel utopianism that feels more elusive with successive gens. She hears dance and its trip hop offshoots as the younger siblings of synth-pop in The Beach OST-esque ‘Girl Feels Good’, and it’s not hard to hear the electronic filigree of Koreless inflecting ‘Perfect Stranger’, which is also enhanced by Norse pop gods Stargate (Rihanna, Mariah, Atomic Kitten), whilst Koreless really gets at it on the glitching big beat banger ‘Drums of Death’. As yet we’re not privy to production credits for the rest, but can confirm the surging electro-house canter of ‘Room of Fools’ is a standout, like Kate Bush meets SOPHIE, and ‘Childlike Things’ feels like Basement Jaxx gone J-pop, whilst she saves a bit of signature, UK-style mutant R&B balladeering for ’24hr Dog’.
Gatefold single LP on limited edition clear Milky vinyl with exclusive gatefold image, includes 6x6” logo sticker, lyrics booklet and poster
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Twigs commences her horny rave-pop era with an ode to ‘90s euphoria and rave subcultures produced by herself with Koreless, Two Shell, Eartheater, Stargate, and Ojivolta - plus flipping’ Sasha! - to mark 13 years at the top of her game
Ever since we had the honour of playing a modest part in introducing Twigs with an early whitelabel pressing of her prodigious debut EP in 2012, it has been deeply rewarding to witness her come to occupy a special place in the popular imagination as a triple threat dancer, singer, actor and all-round modern pop pioneer and cultural icon. She says her 3rd studio album ‘Eusexua’ - a portmanteau of “euphoria” and “sex” - is named for the “sensation of being so euphoric” that one could “transcend human form”, and in that sense kinda reminds us of Coil’s reflections on the nature of early rave experiences with ecstasy as like having sex with oneself (not quite onanism; something else), but sans any explicit nod to gobbling garys. The result is a grown up definition of poptimism that balances its more frivolous aspects with finessed songwriting that edges on Kate Bush’s operatics as much as Orbital’s sort of arena/field-scale fireworks and SOPHIE’s queered hyerspop futurism, and all brims with a finely tempered, heart-in-mouth quality that pushes the right buttons dead on.
From the opening blood pump palpitations of a filtered rave hoof and trance siren glyde that feels like arriving at the club in its title piece, thru the lilting come-down grunge strums and soft touch breaks of ‘Wanderlust’, Twigs embodies the sylph-like spirit of what were once termed fluffy ravers, rather than the froth-at-mouth hardcore type. She epitomises how OG rave and its ‘90s commercialised form of “dance” music has transcended its scuzzier roots to become a runway score found in a permo state of nostalgia for rebel utopianism that feels more elusive with successive gens. She hears dance and its trip hop offshoots as the younger siblings of synth-pop in The Beach OST-esque ‘Girl Feels Good’, and it’s not hard to hear the electronic filigree of Koreless inflecting ‘Perfect Stranger’, which is also enhanced by Norse pop gods Stargate (Rihanna, Mariah, Atomic Kitten), whilst Koreless really gets at it on the glitching big beat banger ‘Drums of Death’. As yet we’re not privy to production credits for the rest, but can confirm the surging electro-house canter of ‘Room of Fools’ is a standout, like Kate Bush meets SOPHIE, and ‘Childlike Things’ feels like Basement Jaxx gone J-pop, whilst she saves a bit of signature, UK-style mutant R&B balladeering for ’24hr Dog’.
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Twigs commences her horny rave-pop era with an ode to ‘90s euphoria and rave subcultures produced by herself with Koreless, Two Shell, Eartheater, Stargate, and Ojivolta - plus flipping’ Sasha! - to mark 13 years at the top of her game
Ever since we had the honour of playing a modest part in introducing Twigs with an early whitelabel pressing of her prodigious debut EP in 2012, it has been deeply rewarding to witness her come to occupy a special place in the popular imagination as a triple threat dancer, singer, actor and all-round modern pop pioneer and cultural icon. She says her 3rd studio album ‘Eusexua’ - a portmanteau of “euphoria” and “sex” - is named for the “sensation of being so euphoric” that one could “transcend human form”, and in that sense kinda reminds us of Coil’s reflections on the nature of early rave experiences with ecstasy as like having sex with oneself (not quite onanism; something else), but sans any explicit nod to gobbling garys. The result is a grown up definition of poptimism that balances its more frivolous aspects with finessed songwriting that edges on Kate Bush’s operatics as much as Orbital’s sort of arena/field-scale fireworks and SOPHIE’s queered hyerspop futurism, and all brims with a finely tempered, heart-in-mouth quality that pushes the right buttons dead on.
From the opening blood pump palpitations of a filtered rave hoof and trance siren glyde that feels like arriving at the club in its title piece, thru the lilting come-down grunge strums and soft touch breaks of ‘Wanderlust’, Twigs embodies the sylph-like spirit of what were once termed fluffy ravers, rather than the froth-at-mouth hardcore type. She epitomises how OG rave and its ‘90s commercialised form of “dance” music has transcended its scuzzier roots to become a runway score found in a permo state of nostalgia for rebel utopianism that feels more elusive with successive gens. She hears dance and its trip hop offshoots as the younger siblings of synth-pop in The Beach OST-esque ‘Girl Feels Good’, and it’s not hard to hear the electronic filigree of Koreless inflecting ‘Perfect Stranger’, which is also enhanced by Norse pop gods Stargate (Rihanna, Mariah, Atomic Kitten), whilst Koreless really gets at it on the glitching big beat banger ‘Drums of Death’. As yet we’re not privy to production credits for the rest, but can confirm the surging electro-house canter of ‘Room of Fools’ is a standout, like Kate Bush meets SOPHIE, and ‘Childlike Things’ feels like Basement Jaxx gone J-pop, whilst she saves a bit of signature, UK-style mutant R&B balladeering for ’24hr Dog’.
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Twigs commences her horny rave-pop era with an ode to ‘90s euphoria and rave subcultures produced by herself with Koreless, Two Shell, Eartheater, Stargate, and Ojivolta - plus flipping’ Sasha! - to mark 13 years at the top of her game
Ever since we had the honour of playing a modest part in introducing Twigs with an early whitelabel pressing of her prodigious debut EP in 2012, it has been deeply rewarding to witness her come to occupy a special place in the popular imagination as a triple threat dancer, singer, actor and all-round modern pop pioneer and cultural icon. She says her 3rd studio album ‘Eusexua’ - a portmanteau of “euphoria” and “sex” - is named for the “sensation of being so euphoric” that one could “transcend human form”, and in that sense kinda reminds us of Coil’s reflections on the nature of early rave experiences with ecstasy as like having sex with oneself (not quite onanism; something else), but sans any explicit nod to gobbling garys. The result is a grown up definition of poptimism that balances its more frivolous aspects with finessed songwriting that edges on Kate Bush’s operatics as much as Orbital’s sort of arena/field-scale fireworks and SOPHIE’s queered hyerspop futurism, and all brims with a finely tempered, heart-in-mouth quality that pushes the right buttons dead on.
From the opening blood pump palpitations of a filtered rave hoof and trance siren glyde that feels like arriving at the club in its title piece, thru the lilting come-down grunge strums and soft touch breaks of ‘Wanderlust’, Twigs embodies the sylph-like spirit of what were once termed fluffy ravers, rather than the froth-at-mouth hardcore type. She epitomises how OG rave and its ‘90s commercialised form of “dance” music has transcended its scuzzier roots to become a runway score found in a permo state of nostalgia for rebel utopianism that feels more elusive with successive gens. She hears dance and its trip hop offshoots as the younger siblings of synth-pop in The Beach OST-esque ‘Girl Feels Good’, and it’s not hard to hear the electronic filigree of Koreless inflecting ‘Perfect Stranger’, which is also enhanced by Norse pop gods Stargate (Rihanna, Mariah, Atomic Kitten), whilst Koreless really gets at it on the glitching big beat banger ‘Drums of Death’. As yet we’re not privy to production credits for the rest, but can confirm the surging electro-house canter of ‘Room of Fools’ is a standout, like Kate Bush meets SOPHIE, and ‘Childlike Things’ feels like Basement Jaxx gone J-pop, whilst she saves a bit of signature, UK-style mutant R&B balladeering for ’24hr Dog’.
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Twigs commences her horny rave-pop era with an ode to ‘90s euphoria and rave subcultures produced by herself with Koreless, Two Shell, Eartheater, Stargate, and Ojivolta - plus flipping’ Sasha! - to mark 13 years at the top of her game
Ever since we had the honour of playing a modest part in introducing Twigs with an early whitelabel pressing of her prodigious debut EP in 2012, it has been deeply rewarding to witness her come to occupy a special place in the popular imagination as a triple threat dancer, singer, actor and all-round modern pop pioneer and cultural icon. She says her 3rd studio album ‘Eusexua’ - a portmanteau of “euphoria” and “sex” - is named for the “sensation of being so euphoric” that one could “transcend human form”, and in that sense kinda reminds us of Coil’s reflections on the nature of early rave experiences with ecstasy as like having sex with oneself (not quite onanism; something else), but sans any explicit nod to gobbling garys. The result is a grown up definition of poptimism that balances its more frivolous aspects with finessed songwriting that edges on Kate Bush’s operatics as much as Orbital’s sort of arena/field-scale fireworks and SOPHIE’s queered hyerspop futurism, and all brims with a finely tempered, heart-in-mouth quality that pushes the right buttons dead on.
From the opening blood pump palpitations of a filtered rave hoof and trance siren glyde that feels like arriving at the club in its title piece, thru the lilting come-down grunge strums and soft touch breaks of ‘Wanderlust’, Twigs embodies the sylph-like spirit of what were once termed fluffy ravers, rather than the froth-at-mouth hardcore type. She epitomises how OG rave and its ‘90s commercialised form of “dance” music has transcended its scuzzier roots to become a runway score found in a permo state of nostalgia for rebel utopianism that feels more elusive with successive gens. She hears dance and its trip hop offshoots as the younger siblings of synth-pop in The Beach OST-esque ‘Girl Feels Good’, and it’s not hard to hear the electronic filigree of Koreless inflecting ‘Perfect Stranger’, which is also enhanced by Norse pop gods Stargate (Rihanna, Mariah, Atomic Kitten), whilst Koreless really gets at it on the glitching big beat banger ‘Drums of Death’. As yet we’re not privy to production credits for the rest, but can confirm the surging electro-house canter of ‘Room of Fools’ is a standout, like Kate Bush meets SOPHIE, and ‘Childlike Things’ feels like Basement Jaxx gone J-pop, whilst she saves a bit of signature, UK-style mutant R&B balladeering for ’24hr Dog’.