FEATURE:
Revisiting…
Nilüfer Yanya – Miss Universe
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IN a feature that looks back…
PHOTO CREDIT: Hollie Fernando
at great albums from the past few years, I wanted to spend some time with Nilüfer Yanya’s debut album, Miss Universe. With her second album, Painless, due next year, it is a good moment to highlight her incredible debut. Yanya grew up in Chelsea, London listening to Turkish and Classical music playing at home. By the age of twelve, she graduated to the guitar. I would advise people to go and buy Miss Universe, as it is an extraordinary album from a true original:
“At 18, Nilüfer – who is of Turkish - Irish - Bajan heritage – uploaded a few demo s to SoundCloud. Though she’s preternaturally shy, her music – which uniquely blends elements of soul and jazz into intimate pop songs with electronic flourishes and a newly expressed grungy guitar sound – isn’t. And it didn’t take long for it to catch people’s attention. She signed with independent New York label ATO, following three EPs on esteemed london indie label Blue Flowers, and earned a place on the BBC Sound of 2018 longlist. She also supported the likes of The xx, Interpol, Broken Social Scene and Mitski on tour. Now, Nilüfer releases her debut album, Miss Universe. Though she recorded much of it in the same remote Cornwall studio she used to jam in as a much younger person, it is bigger and more ambitious than anything she has done before. Angels, with its muted, harmonic riffs, channels ideas “of paranoid thoughts and anxiety” – a theme that runs through the album, not least in its conceptual spoken word interludes which emanate from a fictional health management company WWAY HEALT H TM. “You sign up, and you pay a fee,” explains Nilüfer of the automated messages, which are littered through the album and are narrated by the titular Miss Universe. “They sort out all of your dietary requirements, and then they move onto medication, and then maybe you can get a better organ or something... and then suddenly it starts to get a bit weird. You're giving them more of you and to what end?”.
Released on 22nd March, 2019, Miss Universe is one of the best albums of that year. It is a surprise that you do not hear many of the tracks played. Yanya is a terrific songwriter. We are preparing for her second album. She did put out in the E.P., Feeling Lucky?, last year. Her quality and consistency is impressive indeed! Scooping universal acclaim, Miss Universe is an album that cannot be ignored or played now and then. In their review, CLASH noted the following:
“Singer-songwriter Nilüfer Yanya has come a long way since she started uploading tracks to Soundcloud five years ago. The Londoner has been writing music in her head since she was six, and writing on the guitar since 12, and now at 23 she continues to work with a self-assured autonomy, refusing to let hype or pressure tip her balance. This inner confidence forms the backbone of her debut album: a work tightly-cluttered with ambition and a knack for elevated hooks, a showcase for multi-disciplinary song writing.
An enduring, overriding anxiety about modern life also runs through the record, projecting a dystopian, technological paranoia, but – weirdly – ‘Miss Universe’ is not sinister. In fact, a large chunk of its creative genius is rooted Yanya’s authentic, very human, DIY ethics and attitude, in her vivacious presence and mesmeric exuberance.
Part of this exuberance is an infectious, chirpy passion for pop music. But it’s not pop of the formulaic, fabricated, conveyor belt type; no, it is innovative and striking pop euphoria. The vibrant, pulsing opener ‘In Your Head’ plays with elements of alt-rock and grunge, while eerie, automated messages from WWayHealth – an imagined health management company – cleverly thread core themes through a musically diverse project.
Yanya brings unexpected sonic vibes on ‘Melt’, with its cacophony of brass instruments – inspired by a festival experience – and her Sade-like vocals and jazzy electro-pop atmospherics of ‘Baby Blue’ work intrinsic wonders. On a different end of the emotional spectrum, the soothing facets of ‘Safety Net’ explores the importance of just being, and accepting, oneself, while with concluding track ‘Heavyweight Champion of the Year’ Yanya addresses reaching inner limits, her own ‘metaphorical bar’.
The singer-songwriter has created an astoundingly original piece of work; every track sends shivers down the spine, but hitting different vertebrae - sometimes the impact is measured and controlled, others it’s shocking and bold. Using her otherworldly, but very human, backdrop Yanya tackles the modern collective experience from an individual perspective - ‘Miss Universe’ is an intimate record full of personal fears and emotions, but these are of wider, universal relevance. They should resonate with us all”.
I like the fact Yanya did not use material from previous E.P.s for her debut. Instead, we get something fresh. Miss Universe is interspersed with interludes featuring messages from something called WWAY HEALTH. These skits and messages are voiced by Yanya. Consisting of short monologues in the form of automated phone messages that intimate at an alienating healthcare bureaucracy. In a way, it is almost like a Hip-Hop album (where interludes are more common). The Guardian picked up on this in their review:
“As with the skits on hip-hop albums, you do wonder how often you’ll want to revisit the interstitial tracks once you have got her point about how all this plays on, and increases, anxiety. Indeed, you don’t really need them to grasp it. No matter how big the choruses get, the music carries a sense of disquiet: you’re never far from, as one track puts it, Monsters Under the Bed. If Heavyweight Champion of the World sounds like a hit single, it’s a troubled one. Even before you get to the lyric, “I’m tired from all these dreams, lack of sleep, I’m still wired”, you notice the way the staccato vocal pulls fretfully at the melody and the nervy urgency with which Yanya hits the strings of her guitar.
Similarly, while you can easily imagine In Your Head becoming an indie disco staple, its depiction of a relationship collapsing is filled with apprehension and vain attempts at second-guessing. The drums boom, the guitar riffs are punchy and appealing, but there’s something wrong with the sound: it lurches when it should flow, feeling as if it’s about to fall to pieces. So does Melt, which comes decorated with the aforementioned smooth 80s saxophones. Its initial calm, small-hours atmosphere gradually unravels and the lyrics reveal themselves to be about the point in an evening where hedonistic indulgence slips into worryingly nihilistic abandon. The result sounds not unlike Arthur Russell’s attempts to make pop music, so wildly off-kilter they went unreleased until years after his death.
It all feels very frayed and personal, as do the intriguing musical juxtapositions. When a guitar that seems to have escaped from an early 2000s R&B track constructed along the lines of Destiny’s Child’s Jumpin’ Jumpin’ unexpectedly appears in the middle of Paralysed, or Heat Rises manages to simultaneously recall the Strokes’ Hard to Explain and Kelis’s collaboration with Andre 3000, Millionaire, it never feels like an artist being clever for the sake of it. It’s more like listening to someone let the music that seeped into them in their teens gush out, albeit in a profoundly altered state. Altered enough, in fact, that it occasionally leaves you scratching your head. You listen to the rhythm track of Paradise – made up of clicks and yelps, augmented by the scrape of Yanya’s fingers down her guitar strings and wonder how she arrived at it. The answer suggested by the rest of her debut album is that she’s a true original”.
If you are not aware of the album and Nilüfer Yanya, then go and check out Miss Universe. It is a great album that marked the (full-length) arrival of one of Britain’s best young artists. The London-based songwriter is someone I have been a fan of for a while. Her debut saw her as Miss Universe. On her second album, we could see her…
GOING stratospheric.