No Witch weirdly resembles the air of the old tune: “There’s a place in France, where the naked ladies dance…” You remember it from elementary school/middle school/high school-- I don’t have a clue how old you people are. But it’s splendid, and it sticks with you like rude sticks on Kanye.
That tortured vibe permeates through the whole collection. Wearing a crown of flowers on the album cover, she stares at us. Holding a flower in her mouth, daring us to come near to hear her wisdom. She channels a stunning Hawaiian princess. She sounds how you imagine a troubled and hippie-ish ballerina would sound, her music doing pirouettes and spins from her luscious lips.
One of the best interviews on the state of the music industry in a long time.