What starts off siren like, (an alarm perhaps for things to come), then sounds reminiscent of a call to prayer. It sprawls along at a hypnotic pace unraveling like a lullaby; it is not sure what it is; something in-between. At times the vocals are distorted as the singer is slapped around the face and tapped on her voice box.
Expeller lies at the threshold of pain and power, with a disturbing haunting quality. Expeller expresses the idea of grief via keening and brings those deeply personal moments into the public realm. It explores how grief can be unpredictable and all encompassing.
I interview people regarding their altered state experiences-moments when one loses one’s sense of self and re imagine these stories into art works.