Lucy Liyou’s work has always been almost painfully exposed, her preferred form being foggy collages seemingly because it’s the closest method to actually being in her brain, the affectations of traditional songcraft merely a barrier to getting into the real mulch of herself.
MR COBRA takes the form of what is essentially a radio play, though admittedly one fractured and shredded until it’s a long way from anything you’d get on Radio 4. But Liyou’s self-excavation is still present. In her own words, the record is “a revisionist retelling of a time back in high school when I fell in love with a predator.” She’s at her probing, terrifying best here.
Despite the confines of narrative, Liyou’s pieces still exist in constant motion, always a stream…

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