There’s no way this post or review should really exist. Two or three months ago, if the subject of Clare Boucher’s music came up I would end up talking about my bewilderment with the Canadian’s burgeoning status as the next anointed one. Yeah, Grimes was interesting, a bit quirky. A nascent talented cyberpunk who called herself ‘post-internet’ and used looped electronics live. But worthy of such ready all-round praise? Was this acclaim a natural process of a blogosphere and its readers championing an artist because she ticked all the boxes of alternative, “altered zones” hero without real merit? A race to discover the new without a care for its quality? In other words, were tastemakers chasing the buzz that disappeared up their own hole?
I stayed on the side of caution. I thought she had a lot of work to do to get to that point having briefly seen a bit of one of her sets at SXSW 2011. ‘Vanessa’ was a marked improvement on her second album Halfaxa but the breathy chorus (‘Hey hey wanna play…’) just made me feel uncomfortable in its childish coquettishness but maybe that was my problem.
So how could something I resisted and was cautious of really win me over if I’d already half made my mind up? Simple. It turns out Grimes’ third album Visions is, for starters.. REALLY. FUCKING. GOOD.
Posted on February 23rd, 2012