"Like the softest lace memory you never had."
Californian artist Kadhja Bonet likes to cultivate a mysterious image and sings as though off screen, offering some overheard intimacy, making her debut feel like we caught her in the middle of an outpouring — shaping us a voyeur to The Visitor.
The album opens in the region of a BADBADNOTGOOD cyber thriller and morphs slowly into something riddled with vintage soul in the vein of a Moonraker montage by Wes Anderson, like the softest lace memory you never had. The strings and percussion are cinematic, strangely incisive and set a grand stage for Bonet's wistful vocalisations to shape something captivating.