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Having operated under the alias of Kate Wax for the best part of the last decade, Geneva based avant-garde artist Aïsha Devi retired the moniker in 2013 following a shamanistic reconnection with her Tibetan-Nepalese heritage and the discovery of meditation. As Wax, Devi explored everything from experimental pop to tech house before becoming bored of the scene and developing Danse-Noir; her own imprint with an MO of dismantling normative notions of body music and rediscovering the egalitarian virtue of club culture. The volte-face to what Devi has called the "ritualistic" has saw her distance herself from pop and instead embrace something close to transcendental electronica. Conscious Cunt, released on Fabric's Houndstooth label, serves as the precursor to Devi's forthcoming album due later this year, and in her own words is "an EP about sluts, awareness, death and women in a patriarchal society... enlightenment, violence, resistance, mothers, daughters, Guy Debord, Vedas and eternity."

Such heady proclamations would be easy to dismiss as press-release fodder yet within the first 10 seconds of opening track 'Kate and the Wheel of Life' it becomes apparent that Devi isn't the type to deal in half measures. Maxing out a Roland JP-8080 (the traditional Eurotrance weapon of choice), an anxious synth rhythm bores down on a broken beat while industrial soundscapes mingle with rumbling juts. Described as a track about "the hypnosis of masses via materialistic icons and alienation from society versus resistance via self-teaching," throughout there are marked moments of limpid, melancholic silence where the domineering sounds all but drop out and it feels as if Devi has found respite from the clutches of the external world through the vessel of spirituality. That's until the final section where a brutally distorted drum loop obliterates the reverie, propelling Devi into Vedic hymn; her mettle being pushed to the limit, but still impenetrable and unyielding. Just.

Devi's last EP, Throat Dub, contained an osmotic 9-minute long didgeridoo-like vocal drone which was then remixed by Chicago producer Hieroglyphic into a peppy house beat near unrecognisable from the original. The idea behind these 'vox tools' was for DJs to take the track and meld it into subversive material suitable for clubs and raves. Here, she reads 'Aurat', a poem by Paikistani feminist Kishwar Naheed concerning "revolt inside the marital system and revolution in a conservative society," with her lone voice contorted by a vocoder. Closing the EP is 'The Saviour On Spilled Blood', Devi's ode to motherhood which bleeps with perk sonic elements and warbled vocals not a world away from the spacey electronics of Oneohtrix Point Never.

Conscious Cunt still feels dark and opaque, but where the Hakken Dub/Throat Dub EP was unremittingly so, here there are some flickers of hope. For such a loquacious mission statement, the EP's biggest strength is that never at any point does it feel like the music fails to live up to the gravitas of its themes. Devi has again let down the velvet rope and teased a peek into her strange world of portent and intrigue. Let's hope the album gives us the full tour.

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