Purity Ring - “Ungirthed”
Purity Ring’s not a bad name for a band, but it doesn’t have a whole lot to do with how this music sounds, does it? I’d suggest something along the lines of Megan James The Friendly Ghost. See, James and bandmate Corin Roddick are always fiddling with human voices—pitching them up/down and EQ-ing them into bass lines and chords—in the way that has led other artists like Burial and The Knife to be forever associated with the spectral undead. Purity Ring, however, don’t sound haunted by anything. Instead, they’re the ones doing the haunting. “The scent of my hands is familiar to prostrated men,” chimes James on “Ungirthed,” easily the best of Purity Ring’s widely-circulated mp3s, “dead voices cover their bones.” The earth quakes as these skeletons erode away, but she skips along unfazed, navigating the swarm of beats and bass with a lithe R&B melody that manages to feel fresh even as it repeats itself. The scent of her skin, her eye color, her dusty necklace—she leaves them all hanging in the air of this scorched landscape as if purposefully implanting her memory on the place. Ears ring, teeth click, and she’s gone.
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