aya

aya’s weirded and fragmented rhythms caper around surreal textures, capped off with a molecule-rearranging earfeel. The London-based producer and vocalist destabilises club music into hyper-detailed forms, with broken beats threaded with abrasive electronics, and gummy bass sticking together dense fragments of speech. Snapping between sing-speaking, shrieking, whispering and metal growls, this is the soundtrack of late-night disorientation, where familiar rhythmic structures buckle and melt under layers of glitched-out distortion and lyrics assembled from nocturnal notes, witchcraft, voice memos, gender, regional slang, jokes, double meanings and intensely personal observations.

• hexed!, by aya

• hexed!, by aya