With charming synthetics and an insatiable beat that becomes blood flow, Chicaloyoh will breathe an air of foreign through your veins, whether of not you speak French. And as one of three songs off the newest Shelter Press record Les Septs Salons, Chicaloyoh devastates listeners through “Jeune Fille” using vocals so dry they flake and stick to parts of your brain that only wished they knew the depths of her lyrics. Together, lyrics and instrumentals are something only Psychic Reality is only fucking with on the same level from this year. Yet, Chicaloyoh fulfills that same sound Shelter Press tries to with-stain: fruitful voices both sung and skillfully crafted in the merge of musical sunsets, riding in the fiery throws of passionate artistic silhouettes, clarifying their intent through composition and a dimpled fashion of illuminated progression. Pretty much, if it’s barely literature, then it’s Shelter Press.
Chicaloyoh’s Les Septs Salons drops May 15 on one-sided 160 gram white vinyl in edition of 500, and contains “Jeune Fille,” streaming below:
• Chicaloyoh: https://soundcloud.com/chicaloyoh
• Shelter Press: http://www.shelter-press.com
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