Neon-hued and jagged art-pop weirdness from pioneering inventor-producer-performer Lia Mice, who bounds thru genre, convention and taste on her latest collision of robotic electro, demonic hyperpop, tweaky IDM and slushy Radiophonic weirdness.
An award-winning multidisciplinary artist who harnesses technological advances to bend pop music into surprising new forms, Mice settles into a heaving, prismatic pop groove on 'Sweat Like Caramel', exploding into frame with a rapid-fire Miami bass groove that underpins stuttering vocals and footwork-style tweaks - it's like hearing Kraftwerk on +8 while someone plays with a Casio keyboard over the top. The title track is completely different, drizzling Mice's Visage-cum-Human League electro-pop vocals over evolving FM synths and a twitchy, hollow rhythm, while 'YHMIHY' sounds like a schoolyard chant rebuilt by the deep dream AI, with claps, nursery rhyme barbs and pranged-out bass.
Mice does a good job of shining a digital spotlight thru her genre-fukt compositions, blasting them out of proportion and skewing our expectations without reinventing the wheel. At any given moment on the album it sounds as if you're hearing multiple things firing at once, each rendered with a satisfying unpredictability.
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Neon-hued and jagged art-pop weirdness from pioneering inventor-producer-performer Lia Mice, who bounds thru genre, convention and taste on her latest collision of robotic electro, demonic hyperpop, tweaky IDM and slushy Radiophonic weirdness.
An award-winning multidisciplinary artist who harnesses technological advances to bend pop music into surprising new forms, Mice settles into a heaving, prismatic pop groove on 'Sweat Like Caramel', exploding into frame with a rapid-fire Miami bass groove that underpins stuttering vocals and footwork-style tweaks - it's like hearing Kraftwerk on +8 while someone plays with a Casio keyboard over the top. The title track is completely different, drizzling Mice's Visage-cum-Human League electro-pop vocals over evolving FM synths and a twitchy, hollow rhythm, while 'YHMIHY' sounds like a schoolyard chant rebuilt by the deep dream AI, with claps, nursery rhyme barbs and pranged-out bass.
Mice does a good job of shining a digital spotlight thru her genre-fukt compositions, blasting them out of proportion and skewing our expectations without reinventing the wheel. At any given moment on the album it sounds as if you're hearing multiple things firing at once, each rendered with a satisfying unpredictability.
Neon-hued and jagged art-pop weirdness from pioneering inventor-producer-performer Lia Mice, who bounds thru genre, convention and taste on her latest collision of robotic electro, demonic hyperpop, tweaky IDM and slushy Radiophonic weirdness.
An award-winning multidisciplinary artist who harnesses technological advances to bend pop music into surprising new forms, Mice settles into a heaving, prismatic pop groove on 'Sweat Like Caramel', exploding into frame with a rapid-fire Miami bass groove that underpins stuttering vocals and footwork-style tweaks - it's like hearing Kraftwerk on +8 while someone plays with a Casio keyboard over the top. The title track is completely different, drizzling Mice's Visage-cum-Human League electro-pop vocals over evolving FM synths and a twitchy, hollow rhythm, while 'YHMIHY' sounds like a schoolyard chant rebuilt by the deep dream AI, with claps, nursery rhyme barbs and pranged-out bass.
Mice does a good job of shining a digital spotlight thru her genre-fukt compositions, blasting them out of proportion and skewing our expectations without reinventing the wheel. At any given moment on the album it sounds as if you're hearing multiple things firing at once, each rendered with a satisfying unpredictability.
Neon-hued and jagged art-pop weirdness from pioneering inventor-producer-performer Lia Mice, who bounds thru genre, convention and taste on her latest collision of robotic electro, demonic hyperpop, tweaky IDM and slushy Radiophonic weirdness.
An award-winning multidisciplinary artist who harnesses technological advances to bend pop music into surprising new forms, Mice settles into a heaving, prismatic pop groove on 'Sweat Like Caramel', exploding into frame with a rapid-fire Miami bass groove that underpins stuttering vocals and footwork-style tweaks - it's like hearing Kraftwerk on +8 while someone plays with a Casio keyboard over the top. The title track is completely different, drizzling Mice's Visage-cum-Human League electro-pop vocals over evolving FM synths and a twitchy, hollow rhythm, while 'YHMIHY' sounds like a schoolyard chant rebuilt by the deep dream AI, with claps, nursery rhyme barbs and pranged-out bass.
Mice does a good job of shining a digital spotlight thru her genre-fukt compositions, blasting them out of proportion and skewing our expectations without reinventing the wheel. At any given moment on the album it sounds as if you're hearing multiple things firing at once, each rendered with a satisfying unpredictability.