Loaded with the sensual melancholia of her seraphic vocals, analogue synth, keys and sick drum-machine, Carol Rhyu, aka White Blush, from Los Angeles, debuts with a brilliant self-titled EP, touching the dancefloor shores of bliss-out and dreampop Music. High class (the music, her vocals) mixed with barely lo-fi (beats). Highly captivating. The right Music for a subway trip at night.
Mesmeric and bitter, from the instrumental noir interlude 808 Myst, to the instant fascination of True Luv and Mirror, - Jolene (how sexy) - till the final evanescent chants of Juice of my heart: again, all highly catchy and of charming buzz. Maybe there's nothing epic, but the step before being epic is being utterly well done, and that's the point here. I bought this download, - it's name-yr-price - press play, then it's up to You.
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