On her daring debut solo album Cherry, Anna Fox Rochinski makes heartbreak and disillusionment sound like a celebration, filled with psychedelic rock guitar riffs, earworm bass traces and glossy pop vocals. The result’s typically chaotic however in the end enjoyable, like having a dialog on a crowded dance ground about your house within the universe—chances are you’ll not keep in mind what you talked about later, however you keep in mind the way you felt.
That cacophony is very tantalizing on the title monitor “Cherry,” which begins with 30 seconds of effervescent synths that sound like an extraterrestrial language earlier than Rochinski sings: “How did I get so obsessive?/Watching me spiral on and on/They only say, ‘that’s too dangerous.’” The monitor builds to a climax of dissonant notes, bell dings, cymbal clashes, and synths, bringing to thoughts Robyn fronting Parquet Courts. It’s not instantly apparent what the bridge “Cherry til I die/ Cherry in my eye” means, however you’re too busy nodding alongside to care.
Cherry is filled with propulsive guitar riffs that recall psychedelic rock bands of the ’10s like Temples, King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard, or Quilt, of which Rochinski was a member for almost a decade. However on Cherry, Rochinski makes use of synths, marimbas, and keys to ship shockwaves by way of these riffs, making playful, buoyant music that doesn’t take itself, or something, too severely. On “Excessive Board” she explores existentialism, singing in a gooey ’80s pop timbre: “Does it even actually matter?/ What are we ever after, what if we get one thing higher?” earlier than a robotic voice speak-sings what seems like a line from a Twilight Zone script over dazed, space-age synths.
However for all of the playful instrumentation on Cherry, there’s additionally numerous precision and management. The comparatively sparse instrumentation of the ballad “No Higher” showcases Rochinski’s slight vibrato and expansive vocal vary, earlier than the music cascades right into a sitar-like psych-rock riff, transferring from pop to psychedelia like a magician pulls a rabbit from a hat. Rochinski cherry-picks devices and genres on a seemingly granular stage: an ’80s synth for one measure, a steely ’60s guitar strum for one more, leaving the impression that each single sound is there for a purpose.
The fantastic thing about Cherry is that it does not require an in depth hearken to take pleasure in its tact and playfulness. You might not keep in mind if Rochinski will get something she yearns for, if any damage is mended, or if any questions are answered, however you permit together with her cooing voice and head-bobbing bass traces completely etched into your cranium. It’s like not realizing the place to focus whereas watching a meteor bathe — in a quick span of time, a lot is dazzling.
Purchase: Rough Trade
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