Sophie Hunger + Dewey // London v Oslo Hackney
A few months ago, Sophie Hunger got out of bed at four in the morning to go to Berlin’s techno superclub KitKat, where Paula Temple was playing a 5am DJ set. She could have done what most clubbers do and arrive at midnight, but she wanted to appreciate Temple with a clear head. “I could either have spent all night there and been dead in the morning, or gone at five, so I went at five,” she shrugs. Typical Hunger – in love with the nightlife, but still the sensible girl from Bern. “Sensible” is relative, though. Since her last album, 2015’s Supermoon, Sophie has made major changes. She moved to Berlin, got passionate about analogue synths and electronic music – Berlin’s heartbeat.
MOLECULES, which she describes as “minimal electronic folk”, is still recognisably a Hunger LP, though. Her most compelling qualities – an ingenue-like delicacy and contrasting solitary darkness - haven’t changed. Familiar trickles of funfair weirdness still permeate the music, calling to mind Beth Orton and Regina Spektor. Moreover, she’s still enigmatic and self-possessed to the point where it feels too intrusive to ask certain questions.
Despite its familiarity, this is Hunger’s breakaway record – the one that “will be embarrassing for me, because I don’t normally write like that”. Like what? “Well, personal. My friends, when they hear the record, they avoid eye contact. I went through a breakup that felt like deconstruction, where the shape of everything decomposes back into its smallest parts - molecules.
In a time when the same seemed to happen on a social and political level, structures decomposing, institutions falling apart, and somehow you have to welcome it, because it's the only way forward.