FKA Twigs


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EP1 (2012), 7.5/10 (EP)
EP2 (2013), 7/10 (EP)
LP1 (2014) , 5/10
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FKA Twigs, i.e. English mixed-race singer-songwriter and former dancer Tahliah Barnett, did not quite "sing" as vocally sculpted the four songs of EP1 (2012), co-produced with Timmaz "Tic" Zolleyn, in her shivering falsetto that harked back to the erotic revolution begun by Cosey Fanni Tutti via the cocktail-lounge counter-revolution of Sade, while creating a completely different, contradictory, persona that is sexually both vulnerable and assertive. Weak Spot was the manifesto of her art: a super-sensual whisper over an ethereal fluctuating carpet of trip-hop, grime and garage elements. She employs a unique style of minimalistic repetition and hypnotic sumnambulism in Ache that sounds like a stoned version of Laurie Anderson. At the same time Breathe reveals that these are ultimately childish lullabies drenched in complex polyrhythmic textures; and Hide reveals further, disturbing, psychological aspects by "remixing" the format in a slow-motion, oneiric and surrealistic manner.

The tension between glacial cyborg and tender child finds an even more elegant expression on EP2 (2013), produced by Venezuelan-born producer Alejandro "Arca" Ghersi. The erotic industrial psychedelic soul of How's That is a pretext to assemble a soundscape of erratic percussive sounds and gently droning keyboards. The faltering anemic Papi Pacify, that slowly unfolds into a vibrant gospel-y plantation chant, and Water Me, a ballad disintegrating into rhythmic fragments, display her narrative art at its best: creating new meaning within the same conversation, not in a traumatic manner but in a pleasantly aseptic manner. Every song is meticulously saturated with disorienting glitches.

The commercial sell-out on LP1 (Young Turks, 2014) couldn't have been more shameless. The lush arrangements leave little to the imagination, and the magic of her vocals has completely vanished inside ridiculously pretentious and stereotypical structures. The dissonant hip-hop of the Preface is a mirage. The rest of the album is invaded by trivial tedious soul ballads such as Lights On, produced by Arca, and the single Two Weeks, produced by Emile Haynie. There is still a bit of madness in Video Girl, produced by Emile Haynie, and she howls like a rhythm'n'blues shouter in Numbers; whereas the immaculate hymn-like Closer sounds like a tribute to Kate Bush. She ends the album with the strongest of her introverted melodramas, Kicks. But everything is too calculated, cluttered, confused... This sounds like a completely different artist, or, quite simply, a mediocre, faceless singer at the mercy of mainstream producers.

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