adaa's debut album is a chaotic musical diary of found sounds, rough sketches, noisy ambience and helium-voiced hyperpop - one for fans of claire rousay x more eaze.
There's a thread of coherence to '...img...', you just have to search hard for it. From track to track, the Providence-based artist sounds as if they're scrubbing through an archive of memories, and it's the field recordings - captured at home and across the East Coast - that provide us with an anchor. Opening track 'heart' mangles dissociated voices with synthetic noise bursts and laconic guitar improvisations, while 'p1.fr' is a full-on, chattering cyberpop anthem that sizzles for a few moments before being swamped by dense noise. 'sight' pulls back again, marrying soft AutoTuned vocals to blissful electric piano chords, and by 'p3.up' we're in the basement, huffing the remaining pop vapors thru a wall of distorted guitar, smudged beats and angelic, red-lining voices. The genre-less reality has well and truly arrived.
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adaa's debut album is a chaotic musical diary of found sounds, rough sketches, noisy ambience and helium-voiced hyperpop - one for fans of claire rousay x more eaze.
There's a thread of coherence to '...img...', you just have to search hard for it. From track to track, the Providence-based artist sounds as if they're scrubbing through an archive of memories, and it's the field recordings - captured at home and across the East Coast - that provide us with an anchor. Opening track 'heart' mangles dissociated voices with synthetic noise bursts and laconic guitar improvisations, while 'p1.fr' is a full-on, chattering cyberpop anthem that sizzles for a few moments before being swamped by dense noise. 'sight' pulls back again, marrying soft AutoTuned vocals to blissful electric piano chords, and by 'p3.up' we're in the basement, huffing the remaining pop vapors thru a wall of distorted guitar, smudged beats and angelic, red-lining voices. The genre-less reality has well and truly arrived.
adaa's debut album is a chaotic musical diary of found sounds, rough sketches, noisy ambience and helium-voiced hyperpop - one for fans of claire rousay x more eaze.
There's a thread of coherence to '...img...', you just have to search hard for it. From track to track, the Providence-based artist sounds as if they're scrubbing through an archive of memories, and it's the field recordings - captured at home and across the East Coast - that provide us with an anchor. Opening track 'heart' mangles dissociated voices with synthetic noise bursts and laconic guitar improvisations, while 'p1.fr' is a full-on, chattering cyberpop anthem that sizzles for a few moments before being swamped by dense noise. 'sight' pulls back again, marrying soft AutoTuned vocals to blissful electric piano chords, and by 'p3.up' we're in the basement, huffing the remaining pop vapors thru a wall of distorted guitar, smudged beats and angelic, red-lining voices. The genre-less reality has well and truly arrived.
adaa's debut album is a chaotic musical diary of found sounds, rough sketches, noisy ambience and helium-voiced hyperpop - one for fans of claire rousay x more eaze.
There's a thread of coherence to '...img...', you just have to search hard for it. From track to track, the Providence-based artist sounds as if they're scrubbing through an archive of memories, and it's the field recordings - captured at home and across the East Coast - that provide us with an anchor. Opening track 'heart' mangles dissociated voices with synthetic noise bursts and laconic guitar improvisations, while 'p1.fr' is a full-on, chattering cyberpop anthem that sizzles for a few moments before being swamped by dense noise. 'sight' pulls back again, marrying soft AutoTuned vocals to blissful electric piano chords, and by 'p3.up' we're in the basement, huffing the remaining pop vapors thru a wall of distorted guitar, smudged beats and angelic, red-lining voices. The genre-less reality has well and truly arrived.
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adaa's debut album is a chaotic musical diary of found sounds, rough sketches, noisy ambience and helium-voiced hyperpop - one for fans of claire rousay x more eaze.
There's a thread of coherence to '...img...', you just have to search hard for it. From track to track, the Providence-based artist sounds as if they're scrubbing through an archive of memories, and it's the field recordings - captured at home and across the East Coast - that provide us with an anchor. Opening track 'heart' mangles dissociated voices with synthetic noise bursts and laconic guitar improvisations, while 'p1.fr' is a full-on, chattering cyberpop anthem that sizzles for a few moments before being swamped by dense noise. 'sight' pulls back again, marrying soft AutoTuned vocals to blissful electric piano chords, and by 'p3.up' we're in the basement, huffing the remaining pop vapors thru a wall of distorted guitar, smudged beats and angelic, red-lining voices. The genre-less reality has well and truly arrived.