Our first sniff of the rather handsome YYAA Recordings comes from solo Swede-in-Berlin Linda Spjut. With 'Into The Flesh' she casts an intricately woven grimoire of doomy drones, wistful ambient folk song, laptop noise and sublime electronics sounding to these ears something like a gothic version of Ghédalia Tazartès' outpouring incantations or the baroque pop of Group Rhoda. But that's just us grabbing for comparisons in the dark - Linda's music is so prone to flit from one style to another we could compare her with a raft of other artists, but she's decidedly unique. Side A sweeps with majestic yet introspective vision from the slyding organ glissandi of 'ViktoriaandersI' to blackest metal riffs in 'Sealed Deal' and detached raga-drone-pop thru ear-shredding rhythmic noise and back out to blown out blues, whilst the B-side is equally mercurial, transitioning from tingling keys to quasi-speed drone pop, vaulted glossolalia, textured tronic noise and the Factory-worthy post-punk jangle ov 'Fingers Deeper'. Safe to say you should really keep a close eye on this lass.
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Our first sniff of the rather handsome YYAA Recordings comes from solo Swede-in-Berlin Linda Spjut. With 'Into The Flesh' she casts an intricately woven grimoire of doomy drones, wistful ambient folk song, laptop noise and sublime electronics sounding to these ears something like a gothic version of Ghédalia Tazartès' outpouring incantations or the baroque pop of Group Rhoda. But that's just us grabbing for comparisons in the dark - Linda's music is so prone to flit from one style to another we could compare her with a raft of other artists, but she's decidedly unique. Side A sweeps with majestic yet introspective vision from the slyding organ glissandi of 'ViktoriaandersI' to blackest metal riffs in 'Sealed Deal' and detached raga-drone-pop thru ear-shredding rhythmic noise and back out to blown out blues, whilst the B-side is equally mercurial, transitioning from tingling keys to quasi-speed drone pop, vaulted glossolalia, textured tronic noise and the Factory-worthy post-punk jangle ov 'Fingers Deeper'. Safe to say you should really keep a close eye on this lass.
Our first sniff of the rather handsome YYAA Recordings comes from solo Swede-in-Berlin Linda Spjut. With 'Into The Flesh' she casts an intricately woven grimoire of doomy drones, wistful ambient folk song, laptop noise and sublime electronics sounding to these ears something like a gothic version of Ghédalia Tazartès' outpouring incantations or the baroque pop of Group Rhoda. But that's just us grabbing for comparisons in the dark - Linda's music is so prone to flit from one style to another we could compare her with a raft of other artists, but she's decidedly unique. Side A sweeps with majestic yet introspective vision from the slyding organ glissandi of 'ViktoriaandersI' to blackest metal riffs in 'Sealed Deal' and detached raga-drone-pop thru ear-shredding rhythmic noise and back out to blown out blues, whilst the B-side is equally mercurial, transitioning from tingling keys to quasi-speed drone pop, vaulted glossolalia, textured tronic noise and the Factory-worthy post-punk jangle ov 'Fingers Deeper'. Safe to say you should really keep a close eye on this lass.