Ever since Laurel Halo revealed the hyper-fused kinetics of 2010's 'King Felix' EP for the now almost mythical Hippos In Tanks label, we had a firm eye on her output, but 2012's 'Quarantine' is where she really leaped into her own creative skin - a multifaceted and highly satisfying collection of vocal pop refractions that still sound brilliantly modern over a decade later.
Blessed with a dilated scope exceeding the bandwidth of her peers, Laurel projects a beguiling sound oozing futurist pop spirit and prone to seeking the enigmatic integers of synthesized dissonance with the questing vision of a psychonaut pharmacist hungry for ever more surreal sensations.
She achieves this rarified, altered state with subtle tweaks of a constantly evolving formula: for the most suspending her largely unadorned vocals in shapeless, abstract spheres full of instinctively frictional textures - as with the lushly nauseating opener 'Airborne' or 'Years' - or jarring the senses with the illusory, almost intangible effects applied to 'Thaw' or 'Carcass', whilst the expressive delivery of LP closer 'Light + Space' leaves her teetering on the limen, resolving her most important recorded statement to date with the guiding, human perception that "Words are just words/that you soon forget", succinctly implying the listener leave behind literal realities and join her purer dream/trauma states.
Stunner.
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Ever since Laurel Halo revealed the hyper-fused kinetics of 2010's 'King Felix' EP for the now almost mythical Hippos In Tanks label, we had a firm eye on her output, but 2012's 'Quarantine' is where she really leaped into her own creative skin - a multifaceted and highly satisfying collection of vocal pop refractions that still sound brilliantly modern over a decade later.
Blessed with a dilated scope exceeding the bandwidth of her peers, Laurel projects a beguiling sound oozing futurist pop spirit and prone to seeking the enigmatic integers of synthesized dissonance with the questing vision of a psychonaut pharmacist hungry for ever more surreal sensations.
She achieves this rarified, altered state with subtle tweaks of a constantly evolving formula: for the most suspending her largely unadorned vocals in shapeless, abstract spheres full of instinctively frictional textures - as with the lushly nauseating opener 'Airborne' or 'Years' - or jarring the senses with the illusory, almost intangible effects applied to 'Thaw' or 'Carcass', whilst the expressive delivery of LP closer 'Light + Space' leaves her teetering on the limen, resolving her most important recorded statement to date with the guiding, human perception that "Words are just words/that you soon forget", succinctly implying the listener leave behind literal realities and join her purer dream/trauma states.
Stunner.
Ever since Laurel Halo revealed the hyper-fused kinetics of 2010's 'King Felix' EP for the now almost mythical Hippos In Tanks label, we had a firm eye on her output, but 2012's 'Quarantine' is where she really leaped into her own creative skin - a multifaceted and highly satisfying collection of vocal pop refractions that still sound brilliantly modern over a decade later.
Blessed with a dilated scope exceeding the bandwidth of her peers, Laurel projects a beguiling sound oozing futurist pop spirit and prone to seeking the enigmatic integers of synthesized dissonance with the questing vision of a psychonaut pharmacist hungry for ever more surreal sensations.
She achieves this rarified, altered state with subtle tweaks of a constantly evolving formula: for the most suspending her largely unadorned vocals in shapeless, abstract spheres full of instinctively frictional textures - as with the lushly nauseating opener 'Airborne' or 'Years' - or jarring the senses with the illusory, almost intangible effects applied to 'Thaw' or 'Carcass', whilst the expressive delivery of LP closer 'Light + Space' leaves her teetering on the limen, resolving her most important recorded statement to date with the guiding, human perception that "Words are just words/that you soon forget", succinctly implying the listener leave behind literal realities and join her purer dream/trauma states.
Stunner.
Ever since Laurel Halo revealed the hyper-fused kinetics of 2010's 'King Felix' EP for the now almost mythical Hippos In Tanks label, we had a firm eye on her output, but 2012's 'Quarantine' is where she really leaped into her own creative skin - a multifaceted and highly satisfying collection of vocal pop refractions that still sound brilliantly modern over a decade later.
Blessed with a dilated scope exceeding the bandwidth of her peers, Laurel projects a beguiling sound oozing futurist pop spirit and prone to seeking the enigmatic integers of synthesized dissonance with the questing vision of a psychonaut pharmacist hungry for ever more surreal sensations.
She achieves this rarified, altered state with subtle tweaks of a constantly evolving formula: for the most suspending her largely unadorned vocals in shapeless, abstract spheres full of instinctively frictional textures - as with the lushly nauseating opener 'Airborne' or 'Years' - or jarring the senses with the illusory, almost intangible effects applied to 'Thaw' or 'Carcass', whilst the expressive delivery of LP closer 'Light + Space' leaves her teetering on the limen, resolving her most important recorded statement to date with the guiding, human perception that "Words are just words/that you soon forget", succinctly implying the listener leave behind literal realities and join her purer dream/trauma states.
Stunner.
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Ever since Laurel Halo revealed the hyper-fused kinetics of 2010's 'King Felix' EP for the now almost mythical Hippos In Tanks label, we had a firm eye on her output, but 2012's 'Quarantine' is where she really leaped into her own creative skin - a multifaceted and highly satisfying collection of vocal pop refractions that still sound brilliantly modern over a decade later.
Blessed with a dilated scope exceeding the bandwidth of her peers, Laurel projects a beguiling sound oozing futurist pop spirit and prone to seeking the enigmatic integers of synthesized dissonance with the questing vision of a psychonaut pharmacist hungry for ever more surreal sensations.
She achieves this rarified, altered state with subtle tweaks of a constantly evolving formula: for the most suspending her largely unadorned vocals in shapeless, abstract spheres full of instinctively frictional textures - as with the lushly nauseating opener 'Airborne' or 'Years' - or jarring the senses with the illusory, almost intangible effects applied to 'Thaw' or 'Carcass', whilst the expressive delivery of LP closer 'Light + Space' leaves her teetering on the limen, resolving her most important recorded statement to date with the guiding, human perception that "Words are just words/that you soon forget", succinctly implying the listener leave behind literal realities and join her purer dream/trauma states.
Stunner.