The Japanese House

When I stumbled across The Japanese House it transported me back 15 years to the time when I'd submerge myself into a sensory deprivation tank to listen to Frou Frou on repeat. 

I could've SWORN this singer was Imogen Heap (of Frou Frou and other projects), but under a new moniker. All the characteristics were there: that soft raspiness, those yodel-like cracks when she makes those big jumps up/down the staff and she even uses some auto-tune. I swear, this singer was reviving via small shocks the part of  my brain that holds my special memories with one of those handle held buttons that they use on Jeopardy. But she was smashing it down repeatedly like one of those contestants who's desperately trying to buzz in on time with out any luck. 

Shit had me cross-eye'd and drooling. I had to yell: PLEASE STOP! MY EAR LOABS AND GENITALIA ARE TINGLING. 

Luckily for me, this EP is only 4 tracks, each one is better than the next, with the last track lasting 9 minutes. This may be the best collection of songs I've listened to all year. 

So, who is The Japanese House? Glad that you asked and I am prepared with a Wikipedia answer: 

The Japanese House is an indie pop act from Buckinghamshire consisting of solo artist Amber Bain. She has released four EPs; Pools to Bathe In, Clean, Swim Against the Tide, and Saw You in a Dream, through Dirty Hit Records. Bain contributes vocals and plays guitar, synthesizer and keyboard for her music. Many of her tracks are produced by Bain herself and George Daniel of The 1975.

...And just to be sure that The Japanese House wasn't a moniker of Amber Bain who was a moniker of Imogen Heap I did a little research and can confirm Amber is not Imogen. I know this because she is only 21 and was in diapers when iMegaphone came out. 

So, I recommend that you listen to this EP the same way you'd listen to Frou Frou. If you can't find a sensory deprivation tank, pop in some ear pods, blindfold yourself and go float and fart in a bath tub. It's the same thing and will save you $200. You're welcome. 

Now I hope you will excuse me while I dive into her earlier work and significantly add to my new obsession that feels like an old obsession.