Written by Pat Moran
It’s astonishing how swiftly the bubbling synths and percolating beats of Yorina di Bosco’s “Memory Flood” turn tense and unyielding. The deft alchemical reaction that transforms a perky electro house romp into an intimate psychodrama is due to the model-turned-singer-songwriter’s yearning and achingly vulnerable vocals.
“Yearning for a sights/Of my cherish ghosts/But I’m burning/Burning all the moments/I value the most/All the joy I had/Doesn’t shine like before”
As Yorina’s breathy, closely-miked vocals let tumble a troubled recitative, she caresses certain vowel sounds, shifts emphasis to slur chosen syllables and always accentuates the musicality of her voice.
Syncopated beats, pinging sonar percussion and gossamer synth pop countermelodies enter the dance floor fray. As repetitive single-word choruses transform from manta to incantation, Yorina ascends ethereal heights – like an EDM iteration of Kate Bush.
Yorina’s meaning is less easy to discern than her technique. Her emotions seem universal, but she provides no lyrical Rosetta Stone. The listener is left with a tangle of irresistible beats and knotty emotions, the sense that beneath chill surfaces are roiling feelings and memories that run as deep as the Marianas Trench.
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