This Empress Of article was written by Dave Pittaway, a GIGsoup contributor. Edited by Zoe Anderson
Lonely Rodriguez might be the best thing to come out of Honduras since Maynor Figueroa’s left leg. Working under the guise Empress Of, Rodriguez has been bouncing around the internet for about as long as Nyan Cat, Honey Badgers and the phrase “No Vegetables”. A product of New York and the YouTube Boom, Rodriguez would post short, hazy demos that would play languidly against a solid coloured background, inducing synaesthesia and answering that age old question, “What if it was Purple?!”
Aside from having flawless skin, eyes as dark as coffee beans and a strong eyebrow game; her debut album ‘Me’ is nothing but dark, strong and flawlessness. It floats in through the open window on a summer afternoon and forms a cloud of wobbly opiates around your cerebral cortex. Her style sits slap-bang in the middle of a triangle comprised of Grimes, Alex Winston and tUnE-yArDs as the tracks are filled with lilting, eerily melodic vocals, snappy drum beats and synth lines you can wear like a robe. You get the sense that most of these crunchy beats would fit perfectly as part of the soundtrack to an indie game from Steam. Preferably one with an 8 bit style, a small protagonist with a big head and lashings of pixelated blood. Her the beats are dreamy and ethereal; the sort you could see Milo philosophise over with aplomb or ones that The Hood Internet could mash together with Big K.R.I.T.
Basically, when they want too, her tracks make you cut shapes like fat Monica and when they don’t, they make you want to cry like thin Chandler. With a voice that fritters across the roofs of her tracks, one that reaches the peaks and troughs of desperation and reminds you of that first girl you ever heard sing properly. It’s a voice where all that glitters is gold. One that would draw old school sailors onto the rocks. It’s free, sovereign and independent. And it’s straight dopamine.