Elysia Crampton

This record is an antistrophe, an active re-turning, qhipnayra, eye-blossoms of past born on the future's spiral spine unwinding Antistrophe as a turning against, that responsive & resonating refusal to be still– janiwa, the No that we are that is also And– Y y Y Antistrophe fleshed like a ch'ixi stone carried inside but fractured like the granules that pigment our skin, songs knotted to a body document held, drawn by darkness— deep shadow’d hanging city, city like a spider that hoards us in the web of its avenues"

On her fourth album, Elysia Crampton continues staking out an anti-colonialist conception of time. It blooms from big, propulsive drum patterns while conjuring a sense of profound loneliness.

You don’t need footnotes to listen to Crampton’s latest but the Andean history adds depths