st.vincent

A kaleidoscopic record that flits from outbursts of joy to atmospheric, Lynchian darkness.

Sometimes emerging gently on a softly sung seam, sometimes astride a dirty, funk-throbbing bassline, occasionally barging through with a muscular, almost industrial, pistoning. This astonishing work could be of no one else. Her first fully self-produced album, 'All Born Screaming' is St Vincent at her most primal. Featuring Clark leading “a curated group of rippers” through the brawny “Broken Man,” the mordant catwalk sashay through the deafening assault of self-loathing that is “Big Time Nothing,” the sublime, elegiac earworm “Sweetest Fruit," 'All Born Screaming' is equal parts spiritual desolation and rapturous acceptance. “If you’re born screaming, that’s a great sign,” says Clark, “because it means you’re breathing. You’re alive. My god. It’s joyous. And then it’s also a protest. We’re all born in protest in a certain way. It’s terrifying to be alive, it’s ecstatic to be alive. It’s everything.”