Oasis, the debut EP from French Venezuelan force La Chica is beautiful and haunting – lush with piano, drums, and Sophie’s lovely voice. But it also understands the value of negative space, and the silences in between Be Able’s sparse synths, or El Rezo’s hypnotic drum samples speak volumes.
With my limited comprehension of Spanish, I have this breathless sense of near understanding in the songs – the way poetry often inspires emotions just out of reach of the rational.
In that spirit, here’s Audre Lorde to take us out.
Never To Dream Of Spiders
by Audre Lorde
Time collapses between the lips of strangers
my days collapse into a hollow tube
soon implodes against now
like an iron wall
my eyes are blocked with rubble
a smear of perspectives
blurring each horizon
in the breathless precision of silence
one word is made.
Once the renegade flesh was gone
fall air lay against my face
sharp and blue as a needle
but the rain fell through October
and death lay a condemnation
within my blood.
The smell of your neck in August
a fine gold wire bejeweling war
all the rest lies
illusive as a farmhouse
on the other side of a valley
vanishing in the afternoon.
Day three day four day ten
the seventh step
a veiled door leading to my golden anniversary
flameproofed free-paper shredded
in the teeth of a pillaging dog
never to dream of spiders
and when they turned the hoses upon me
a burst of light.
Buy La Chica’s debut EP, Oasis, here.