Europa’s art spills across sound, video, and installation, spiral, loop, burst into bloom like wildflowers taking root in soiled cracks of concrete. He births his music in the liminal—penned in jet-lagged twilight, forged in the groaning belly of planes, trains, and transit purgatories. His songs are restless, alive, shedding old skins as new ones form, always on the cusp of somewhere else. Music becomes motion becomes mania: beats that claw at your chest, basslines achin’ and a’shakin’ like tectonic shifts, melodies sticky with syrup. Pop is rendered into pixelated shards, club anthems stretched to their breaking point, ambient tones leaking glittery viscera.

• NOBEDIENCE, by Europa

• NOBEDIENCE, by Europa