Sykoya

Sykoya sound like you have your faux fur hood up. You're about to step off a train in some far off Eastern European country. It's snowing sideways. You're the only person walking the direction you're walking. Everyone else is a dirty piece of shit. 

Seriously, if the movie Frozen was a real thing, this would be its soundtrack. 

Sykoya sound like that lilty, I'm wearing a skirt in windstorm feel of the first Sarah McLachlan album, sung by Amy Lee from Evanescence, but paired with the what could have been of the band Violet Hours. It's sultry and introspective and almost depressing, but sexy as FUCK. 

Sort of a modern play on the definition of electro, Strange Night feels exactly how you'd expect: desolate and lonely, but the people brushing up against you on the subway platform of life somehow make lonliness something you experience in public. Sykoya sound like playing video games in a Starbucks; being alone in public. 

Title track "Strange Night" has such gorgeous vocal layering I was certain I was making the shit up in my imagination, but after countless repeats upon repeats I cannot count, I can assure you, every vocal layer you think you're hearing you are in fact hearing. Holy fucking vocal storm. 

And while I'm normally not a remix kind of guy, the remix of Closer at the end of the EP makes me realize how easily they could remix every fucking track on this shit and it'd still turn out fucking BALLS. 

I think you should buy the FUCK out of this and then when you realize they only gave you four and a half songs, you DEMAND MORE.