Singapore-raised, London-based cyborg Yeule toys with quiet/loud dynamics and neo-expressionist electronic pop idioms on a breakthru album of AI lullabies and post-human fever dreams - RIYL Lena Raine, Grimes, Eartheater
‘Glitch Princess’ is a sprawling yet exactingly stylised showcase of Yeule’s hypermodern pop, weaving aspects of computer game soundtracks, ‘90s grunge and shoegaze, with epic R&B balladeering, in a wholly 2022-ready record of the times. Fragile, whispered lyrics about self-love, lust and the emotions that came flooding back after the artist’s self-imposed sobriety are framed in world-building aesthetics, intended to express the artist’s unbound identity and the freedoms felts as a non-binary artist.
The dozen songs toe the finest line between sincere and corny, drawing upon all the conventions available to spunky young hyper pop sprites and magpie-picking the most luridly effective for an unabashed expo of Yeule’s style that attempts to find depth in its ornate surface detail and immediacy. We’re really drawn in by the icily naif, confessional opener ‘My Name Is Nat Cmiel’, and find ourselves simultaneously attracted/repelled by sashays between saccharine, saturated harmonies and syrupy torch songs, with curious cuts of screwed grunge-dreampop piquing our interests in ‘Perfect Blue’ and the curbed Avrilian enthusiasm of ‘Don’t Be So Hard On Your Own Beauty’, or noise-pop of ‘Fragments’ and the crystalline seduction of ‘Friendly Machine’, which comes off like Fuck Buttons meets FKA Twigs.
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Singapore-raised, London-based cyborg Yeule toys with quiet/loud dynamics and neo-expressionist electronic pop idioms on a breakthru album of AI lullabies and post-human fever dreams - RIYL Lena Raine, Grimes, Eartheater
‘Glitch Princess’ is a sprawling yet exactingly stylised showcase of Yeule’s hypermodern pop, weaving aspects of computer game soundtracks, ‘90s grunge and shoegaze, with epic R&B balladeering, in a wholly 2022-ready record of the times. Fragile, whispered lyrics about self-love, lust and the emotions that came flooding back after the artist’s self-imposed sobriety are framed in world-building aesthetics, intended to express the artist’s unbound identity and the freedoms felts as a non-binary artist.
The dozen songs toe the finest line between sincere and corny, drawing upon all the conventions available to spunky young hyper pop sprites and magpie-picking the most luridly effective for an unabashed expo of Yeule’s style that attempts to find depth in its ornate surface detail and immediacy. We’re really drawn in by the icily naif, confessional opener ‘My Name Is Nat Cmiel’, and find ourselves simultaneously attracted/repelled by sashays between saccharine, saturated harmonies and syrupy torch songs, with curious cuts of screwed grunge-dreampop piquing our interests in ‘Perfect Blue’ and the curbed Avrilian enthusiasm of ‘Don’t Be So Hard On Your Own Beauty’, or noise-pop of ‘Fragments’ and the crystalline seduction of ‘Friendly Machine’, which comes off like Fuck Buttons meets FKA Twigs.
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Singapore-raised, London-based cyborg Yeule toys with quiet/loud dynamics and neo-expressionist electronic pop idioms on a breakthru album of AI lullabies and post-human fever dreams - RIYL Lena Raine, Grimes, Eartheater
‘Glitch Princess’ is a sprawling yet exactingly stylised showcase of Yeule’s hypermodern pop, weaving aspects of computer game soundtracks, ‘90s grunge and shoegaze, with epic R&B balladeering, in a wholly 2022-ready record of the times. Fragile, whispered lyrics about self-love, lust and the emotions that came flooding back after the artist’s self-imposed sobriety are framed in world-building aesthetics, intended to express the artist’s unbound identity and the freedoms felts as a non-binary artist.
The dozen songs toe the finest line between sincere and corny, drawing upon all the conventions available to spunky young hyper pop sprites and magpie-picking the most luridly effective for an unabashed expo of Yeule’s style that attempts to find depth in its ornate surface detail and immediacy. We’re really drawn in by the icily naif, confessional opener ‘My Name Is Nat Cmiel’, and find ourselves simultaneously attracted/repelled by sashays between saccharine, saturated harmonies and syrupy torch songs, with curious cuts of screwed grunge-dreampop piquing our interests in ‘Perfect Blue’ and the curbed Avrilian enthusiasm of ‘Don’t Be So Hard On Your Own Beauty’, or noise-pop of ‘Fragments’ and the crystalline seduction of ‘Friendly Machine’, which comes off like Fuck Buttons meets FKA Twigs.
Out of Stock
Singapore-raised, London-based cyborg Yeule toys with quiet/loud dynamics and neo-expressionist electronic pop idioms on a breakthru album of AI lullabies and post-human fever dreams - RIYL Lena Raine, Grimes, Eartheater
‘Glitch Princess’ is a sprawling yet exactingly stylised showcase of Yeule’s hypermodern pop, weaving aspects of computer game soundtracks, ‘90s grunge and shoegaze, with epic R&B balladeering, in a wholly 2022-ready record of the times. Fragile, whispered lyrics about self-love, lust and the emotions that came flooding back after the artist’s self-imposed sobriety are framed in world-building aesthetics, intended to express the artist’s unbound identity and the freedoms felts as a non-binary artist.
The dozen songs toe the finest line between sincere and corny, drawing upon all the conventions available to spunky young hyper pop sprites and magpie-picking the most luridly effective for an unabashed expo of Yeule’s style that attempts to find depth in its ornate surface detail and immediacy. We’re really drawn in by the icily naif, confessional opener ‘My Name Is Nat Cmiel’, and find ourselves simultaneously attracted/repelled by sashays between saccharine, saturated harmonies and syrupy torch songs, with curious cuts of screwed grunge-dreampop piquing our interests in ‘Perfect Blue’ and the curbed Avrilian enthusiasm of ‘Don’t Be So Hard On Your Own Beauty’, or noise-pop of ‘Fragments’ and the crystalline seduction of ‘Friendly Machine’, which comes off like Fuck Buttons meets FKA Twigs.