The outsized characters in Harmony’s candy-colored absurdist pop universe are depictions of a thoroughly modern type of malaise. “I’m a bored American, giving birth to my iPad kid,” she sings on “Miss America” over grinding synths and a smutty beat. On “Thot Daughter,” she declares herself “the people’s princess of the housing crisis” in a song that pokes holes in the moral panic over sexuality and gender. Instead of preaching or offering a solution, however, Harmony dreams of a different kind of escape: “I wanna log right out of this world,” she sings with a sigh in her voice.
Lea Garn
Lea Garn