Lucrecia Dalt: “cosa rara” [ft. David Sylvian] Observe Overview

Along with being one in all avant-pop’s trickiest shape-shifters—cosplaying mythological beasts, channeling spirit voices, commingling bolero with science fiction—Lucrecia Dalt has constructed up a pleasant little sideline in soundtrack work, specializing in off–kilter horror. The Colombian musician’s moonlighting gig bleeds into her new single “cosa rara”: Her first solo materials since 2022’s ¡Ay!, it performs out like a movie compressed into just below 4 hazy minutes.

Faster and extra streamlined than most of Dalt’s music, the music glides atop rolling percussion and lithe electrical bass, glinting with a sinister, erotic edge. (The music’s velvety environment and roadhouse cool are the very image of what we sometimes imply after we invoke the time period “Lynchian.”) She sings in Spanish, her ethereal whisper sketching the windswept scene of a desert romance, presumably doomed, in stark, indelible photos: a black puma, a speedometer within the crimson, “eyes of silver and salt.”

All of it involves a head two-thirds of the best way via, with a rooster’s cry and the crunch of steel. In swaggers David Sylvian—veteran British singer-songwriter, with a peerlessly dramatic baritone—enjoying the leather-clad antihero, a imaginative and prescient of mud and velocity. “My physique’s smeared in bloody crimson,” he drawls, his voice cracked as an armadillo’s cover: “She stated she beloved me/However I don’t belief her but.” In only a few skeletal traces, our grizzled street warrior brings Dalt’s heat-mirage visions into sharp focus, rhyming “removed from clear” with “dopamine,” earlier than making a stunning confession: “The partitions are skinny, my nerves are shot/I’m weak and I do know it/Is that door locked?” The sudden admission of weak point throws a stunning twist into an already singular love music. There, on the collision of what Dalt dreamily describes as “vile luck” and “complete adoration,” explodes a cinematic world in dazzling desert hues.