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Rachika Nayar, “Fragments” (Commend/RVNG Intl., 2021)

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This new EP is something of a sketchbook-like companion piece to Nayar’s sublime debut album. More specifically, it is a collection of “sonic miniatures Nayar constructed from guitar loops . . . in the familiar comforts of her own bedroom,” as well as a glimpse of what her raw material sounds like before it is processed and reshaped into “grander mutated compositions” like those of Our Hands Against the Dark. 

In theory, that should make Fragments something of a minor release, but these more simple and intimate pieces are often even better than those of Nayar’s more formal work, albeit with the caveat that more than half of these pieces end in under two minutes (and the others do not stick around much longer). Nevertheless, Nayar is an incredibly gifted guitarist with a remarkably strong melodic sensibility and this album is quite a sustained hot streak of great (if ephemeral) ideas. 

As with her previous album, it is not hard to spot Nayar’s influences—in fact, some pieces are even intended as homages to folks like Pat Metheny and Steve Reich. That said, the main touchstones I hear are more hook-minded contemporary artists like Mark McGuire and some classic Midwestern emo. That is generally welcome stylistic terrain in my book (I still love early Promise Ring), but the real beauty of Fragments lies in how often Nayar matches or surpasses her influences at their own games.

The album begins in impressive fashion with two nearly perfect pieces in a row. The first, “memory as miniature,” opens with chiming clean arpeggios before revealing a lead guitar melody that hits the breezy, laid back California vibe of prime McGuire before a synth-sounding chord progression pulls everything in a more bittersweet dreampop direction. Everything about it is wonderful, but I was especially struck by the beauty of the intricately chiming arpeggios that form its backdrop. 

The following “clarity,” on the other hand, starts off sounding like a candidate for the best American Football song ever, as Nayar unleashes a gorgeously vibrant and ascending guitar melody. Much like its predecessor, however, “clarity” sticks tenaciously to its perfect opening theme and merely enhances it a bit with shimmering chords and some warm synth-like coloration in the periphery. Both of those pieces are prime examples of the compositional aesthetic that defines Fragments: each piece is essentially just an incredibly cool guitar hook playing out for a couple minutes before fading out or abruptly ending. 

While it lasts, each theme is subtly fleshed out to add emotional depth and a sense of harmonic development, yet each song is still essentially a single theme that is not allowed to blossom into a fully formed song. In theory, that should be exasperating (“aaaargh, why did you stop?!?”), but it is hard to complain when every too-soon ending only leads to yet another improbably beautiful new theme. In fact, there is not a single moment on Fragments that does not sound like an excerpt from a killer emo classic, an imaginary Slowdive song about to erupt, or the perfect soundtrack for a sun-dappled summer drive along the California coast. While I dearly wish this EP was (much) longer, I would be hard pressed to hard to think of many other releases from this year that can match Fragments for sheer wall-to-wall greatness.

Samples can be found here.

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Rachika Nayar, “Our Hands Against the Dark” (NNA Tapes, 2021)

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Four years in the making, this inaugural release from Brooklyn composer Nayar is something of a small, genre-blurring masterpiece that brings together stuttering, laptop-mangled melodies a la early Fennesz and Oval with billowing ambient warmth. Our Hands in the Dark is a bit more inventive and distinctive than a hazy and heavenly homage to the golden age of Editions Mego and Mille Plateaux, however, as it also features some unexpected nods to Rilke, classic Midwestern emo, and Indian mysticism along the way. 

To some degree, I am the target demographic for all of those things, but this album is wonderful primarily because of Nayar’s oft-brilliant execution, as these eight songs are a veritable feast of exacting craftsmanship, tight songcraft, vivid textures, warm harmonies, and immersive atmospheres. If this album had come out twenty years ago, it likely would have become a regularly name-checked cornerstone of the laptop/experimental guitar scene. Since it is coming out now instead, I suppose it will just have to settle for the consolation prize of being an early contender for one of 2021’s strongest debuts.

The album’s lead single “The Trembling of Glass” is an interesting piece, as it immediately made me want to hear the album, yet does not quite capture Nayar’s aesthetic at its most distinctive and seamlessly executed. The fact that her influences are so readily displayed (“killer early 2000s laptop guitar album dissolving into American Football-style arpeggios”) does not diminish my enjoyment though, as the churning, chopped, stammering, and unpredictable guitar loops of the first two minutes are absolutely gorgeous. 

To my ears, however, the album fitfully blossoms into something even better and more unique as it unfolds. For example, “Losing Too Is Still Ours” follows the same “one thing transforms into another” theme of the opener, but the motifs are a bit more radical. It starts with a shimmering, flickering bed of processed guitars joined by some intense and haunting wordless vocals from guest Yatta, then evolves into a second act that resembles a chopped, fluttering, and beautifully poignant orchestral loop playing over some unusually warm, shoegaze-damaged space ambient. 

That piece is definitely a highlight, but there are several others that reach similar heights. In fact, I am probably most fond of the pair of pieces that close out the the album. The first is the epic-feeling “Aurobindo,” which blends dreamy synths; a lovely arpeggio progression; swooning, reverb-swathed vocals; and a host of flickering, hissing, and gently warped sounds into a shape-shifting gem of reality-blurring psychedelia. 

The closing “No Future,” on the other hand, sounds like an achingly beautiful cello melody from Zeelie Brown being violently and repeatedly mashed together with I’m Happy, And I’m Singing by a malfunctioning computer before giving way to a lovely and tender coda of unexpectedly unmangled piano. Aside from being a great piece, “No Future” is an especially illustrative example of why Nayar’s vision is so instantly and deeply appealing: she excels at finding the precarious nexus where sophisticated avant-garde sensibilities mingle with simple, lovely melodies and genuine human warmth.

Samples can be found here.