Indigo De Souza – Precipice

The dividing line in music fandom, or "criticism" as I'm told we inflate it, is between our envisioned trajectory for an artist and the life that artist wants to live. It seems petty, not to mention intrusive, to assert any form of an opinion on the art an artist naturally sheds into existence – it's the sum total of someone's experiences, why would I ask where I factor in? This is to preface that every time Indigo De Souza releases a new record, she's one step closer to genuine megachurch worship music. It's fascinating that she organically arrived here, and this may be the first point in her journey where I was not completely sold.

The metaphor goes from throwaway to conspiratorial after close inspection: inspirational messages, progressively more sanitised instrumentals, broad emotional appeal, homogenised vocal approaches. It was just a few years ago where her calling card was that distinctive wailing falsetto, one that could crash into a ragged growl in a moment's notice. It's noticeably absent on a record being held from anonymity by a single safeguard. Wherever she goes, her overgrowth of sincerity is hard not to root for; it gets to the point where it brings up my original sentiment. I don't care if her album's good, as long as she's following her north star. If she's happy, count me parasocially happy.

Listen to: Heartthrob, Heartbreaker, Precipice