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Existential dread. We all have it these days, or some subtle form of it. If we didn’t have it pre-pandemic, we damn sure have it mid-pandemic. Alt-pop upstart Troi Irons envelopes the listener as she lets her own anxious energy and doom leak out of her skull and into the world. It puffs up like a damp fog, and her voice is both melancholic and urgent. “It’s just me, myself, and I,” she cuts the cords of self-worth. She wears her fear on her sleeve, and so she bolts through a woodsy maze of her own creation, quickly spiraling out of control. “Am I even happening / Did I ever happen / Am I even happening / If no one hears me fall,” she weeps. That line is powerful and taps into the dire state in which we exist. Sometimes, it feels as if we’re all ghosts trying to conjure up some noise to get attention. Social media pressurizes the anxiety in a slow cooker of manic, long-toothed ghouls, and Irons performs for not only her life but for all of us.

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