Darkness comes and the synths and machines are switched ON. UTO the two-headed beast lies down for the night while the other animals, outside in the garden, look in, their eyes shining through the expanse of glass that runs the length of Emile’s grandma’s home, where his father was born, and where Uto came to be. Call it “Pop it’s not” if you like but whatever musical genre box you want to put it in, it won’t be tamed. You can’t help but be lured in by the lyrical spells that Neysa casts over the resisting and insistent electronic trip-hop beats driven by Emile.
