LAMIA releases a sonic venom with "Cobra"

Sinking into London and Berlin’s electronic underground, LAMIA punches with "Cobra," a sound that drifts between audacity and a sonic mess. As befits her raw and rebellious universe, the artist spins a web where the bass roars, the rhythms are pulled apart, and every sound feels engineered to dislodge us.

Drawing both from the visceral intensity of Death Grips and the gargoyle-like strangeness of David Lynch, LAMIA charges "Cobra" with an indomitable charge of energy. The track shudders and delights with an ice-cold irony that courses through its stinging lyrics. Eschewing standard fare, the artist has fused experimental electro and deconstructed club and industrial sounds into a toxic and intoxicating sound cocktail.

With "Cobra," LAMIA viscerally, ironically, wins above the sound of the times, a musical vision where insolence is inherited. So is between shadow and metallic shine, and the producer and singer prove yet again that underground electronics is an area of no end of exploration.