An artist/s(?) of intrigue at this fine hour is the question-marked Twigs–a lamenting ringmaster of erotic glitches, fractures, echoes and ruptures. Think The XX meets Matty Walker (from Body Heat)–a femme fatale of RnB, a figure slinking in shadows, teasing us with a lusty minimalism of beats, pants and aches but also a lamenting vulnerability as her name suggests.
She has released four videos, all teasing us with flashes of this mysterious someone ‘behind the red curtain’ and dragging us into an oscillatory odyssey. Will she turn the light on or relish her mantled manifestation? All I know is my temperature is running a couple degrees higher in anticipation for more.