Katie Dey's new album is weird.
She sounds like if Adrianne Lenker and Liz Harris went for a picnic in a psychedelic tangle of eerie synths and echoing reverberations. Dey layers effects on her voice, making it sound like she is a distant stranger from some glitchy planet. While slightly offputting at first, Dey's new album grew on me exponentially; these songs have an architecture that challenges fixed structures of bedroom pop and pushes the potential of the genre forward. In testing these ...
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