JELITA - CLAUSTROPHOBIA
be damned if I can figure out what to make of this. At first listen,
it feels like a car crash of electro, R&B and self-conscious
eccentricity of the Lady Gaga variety, with horribly overworked
autotuned vocals. It took a lot for me to make it through the
two and a half minutes of the single, and my initial reaction
was to blast it to Hell.
And yet… this seems to have wormed its way into my mind,
like some sort of brain-eating worm chewing away at my consciousness.
I can’t decide if the quirkiness of Sharliza Jelita is genuine
or not – if her wacky behaviour and oddball sounds are the
products of her being authentically mad or simply a cynical marketing
ploy. A visit to her retina-battering website
seems to suggest the former (and also has some rather better tunes
to listen to). I hope so.
Either way, I can’t say that this is a good record in any
conventional sense. But it might have some sort of Birdemic
charm about it and – be warned – one listen is enough
for the damn thing to resonate around your head for the rest of
the day. Meanwhile, I find myself strangely drawn to finding out
more about her…costs.