R. a. Szy
BEING NEAR floats like the echo of a dying star over an immeasurable gulf of space, a sonic phantom barely received through a failing transistor, grasped for but ultimately lost.
Favorite track: stranger than them.
had the titular contest in guy maddin's "the saddest music in the world" not been rigged from the onset, turkey could have delivered an impeccable contestant in ekin fil. for many years now, her spectral dream-pop deconstructions hold a thousand-yard stare of an unconsolable melancholy; and she's drawn the highly favorable comparisons to grouper and lovesliecrushing thanks to her understated yet beloved catalogue of releases on root strata, students of decay, no kings, and sacred phrases. helen scarsdale has long been a fan of ekin fil's work, and we are delighted to have her in our constellation of artists here at the agency.
born ekin üzeltüzenci and based in her native istanbul, she cites the shoegazing classics (cocteau twins, cranes, slowdive, etc.) as her earliest influence, seeking out worn issues of melody maker or nme from second hand shops and trading cassettes with friends and fellow enthusiasts. this proustian obsession with rainsoaked melodies from the british isles blossomed into a foundation for her own art. 'being near' stands as the pinnacle in her luminous career, with achingly beautiful and elegantly simple arrangements for guitar and electronics saturated in cavernous amounts of reverb, whose semi-mystical blur extends well into the vocal melodies. ekin fil's songs emote a timelessness of human desire and longing, albeit constrained to this plane of existence. for üzeltüzenci, her music is not an escape valve from the patriarchal hammer of the dominant culture in turkey, but a reflection through her own condition, in her own context, from her own body that may have actualized what helene cixous theorized as "écriture féminine" but through sound and not language.