ISOLATIONluluwav
Wandering through the static soundscape of luluwav’s “ISOLATION,” the listener is thrown into a full-blown panic attack. The track’s overbearingly distorted beat encourages an assault of pained screams before being reduced to nothing more than a numb pulse. Isolated, the listener is left to catch their breath in the darkened corners of the track’s production. For a moment, this feeling lasts forever; then suddenly, a soft glow appears. Midwest emo guitar fills the space with warmth as lulu laments, “I try so hard to make this last / But every time it seems to pass.” In this reflective state, their voice is defined less by aggression and more by a deep unease. The panic is dormant, but not dissolved. Something is coming: a sound that is both organic and electronic. “Dark as fuck and my face is invisible / Shit is mystical,” breathes a voice from the shadows. The lights go out and the screams start up. “This is real,” lulu chants — a mantra to scare away the monsters. “This is real.” We need more guitars. More sweet melodies. More reflection. “I’ll make it / I’ll make it this time,” they sing, joining forces with the listener and escaping isolation.