The focal point of The Mistress is Schaaf's tender, pleading voice. It's reedy and childlike, and on The Mistress it gets looped and layered, stretched, manipulated; it's stacked up several high and, most often, it's used as an instrument, fleshing out the empty spaces in his bare, searching songs. These songs exist within that push-and-pull, the allure of blind fantasy chased by the bitter sting of reality. Nowhere is this more apparent than in "Mary", a song that begins with optimism and encouragement but crests on a sudden, startling note of despair: "Mary, you are doing drugs don't you think we know?" Schaaf sings, crestfallen. The confrontation is followed by a crushing silence, before Schaaf's voice all six harmonizing iterations of it returns, a soothing cascade of sound.
Alex Schaaf combines kaleidoscopic vocal loops, sparse drums, and electronics into a bubblegum whole with a nuanced, dark edge.
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