Leila
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THE REVIEW

This album is the late ’90s experienced belatedly, car radios and USB sticks, cheerful dreamy moments cut out from memory, overwritten by repeated listening and the sharp scented markers, pencils, and acrylics.

This album is just like that, like opening drawers, treasure chests brimming with trinkets, echoes, falsettos, decals, little twigs picked up at street corners, and finding this: a patchwork, just like the cover itself, a cut-and-paste from another era, reverberating as much as possible.

So girl, Leila had thrown herself headfirst into a carefree jumble, shaving off bits with the help of others, maybe assisted by white glue and certainly by a lively imagination. You can see her there, roughly cut out and immortalized, on her motorbike. With a scent of fresh sainthood, dipped in blue skies.

This album is all about drawing from, tying together, sampling, lingering over quarter hours, unpicking, patching up, curving, deducing. But calmly, with a serene harmony.