Jinka’s trash-laden Brat Pop is audible proof of how lush maximalism can get while still remaining ironic and intimate at the core.
It surely also is an insular phenomenon in the scattered genre-scape. Somewhere in the western neighbourhoods of Berlin the Transylvanian producer keeps refining her sonic fantasias by unerringly connecting the dots between what seems to be her favourite features of both SoundCloud oddities and mainstream Pop artefacts.
On June 19th, Jinka is going to release her first full-length titled No Anything Else: a coruscating melange of AutoTuned, baby-voiced lilts, chintzy trance synths, trap-leaning beats and blunt lyrics that are illustrative of her emotional turmoil. Some of Jinka’s tracks are almost suspiciously well-behaved while others hit like a brain-freezing cocktail of blithe melodic hooks over saccharine chord progressions – with uncanny cyber-glitch sprinkled all over the mixture. Without doubt, the psychoactive ingredient of this blend would then be her singular voice which you could easily recognize within a murder of fighting crows. Jinka has this exhilarating vocal performance and production style reminiscent of Pop revolutionaries like Kate Bush, Grimes or Charli XCX You cannot tell if the next line is going to morph into a full-blown emo kid lament, a divulging account or a heavily processed vocal chop. What can be diagnosed at any given moment though is that monotony must be an alien concept within the aesthetic cosmos of Jinka.