Random Girl

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈... Just when she was about to be torn by the god of keep-quiet and skate, she managed to finish an album for Incienso. In it, she stands astride and alone, as she needs to spell out past syntax for good. ...𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓉... How does it feel like to look down on one's life beneath the current one? How scattered can that Random Girl be? James uses a scientific method: a shovel. ...𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 (𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎). What's gathered at first is a heterogeneous mixture of intimacy and sore, collected between 2014-2018. As if in a cruel playground game, K breaks a tracklist full of complex soundscapes, voice manipulation, and dazzling shoegaze with a self-built noise box, stethoscope throat-voice and a cellphone recording from a fake tropical island on ecstasy. Consequently, Random Girl is a voice against infantilization of girlhood, a decisive refutal of integrity, fighting what can be understood as the death of expression. Take a sip of water before your memory error blinks. Dial to K. Listen to the disfragmented territory and the cast of it she’s making. It might not be what you will have thought tomorrow.