I wanna laugh
Ha ha ha ha
Just sit and laugh
Ha ha ha ha
Don’t wanna cry out of my heart
No drama, please
No drama queens
Don’t wanna cry out of my mind
Érica has her head in the clouds but her feet firmly planted in the dirt. Her earthy voice exists in direct contrast to her instrumentals, which are ethereal yet grounded by stumbling drum machines and bubbling organic keys, all recorded through layers of cassette grit. It’s at once soothing and a little dark, like you’re listening in on demos recorded in her bedroom.