A version of James K was born. Comprised of bones, reactive metals and a larynx with freckled eyes that catalyzes that mix. When she chews gum, it's not clear which one of her personas does it. Since their first release in 2013, describing them separately is grunt work as they switch places, cosplay each other and would most likely lull you into a lonesome dream. Together, they know how to produce, sound, film and edit, performing and DJ in clubs and theaters, along composers and children alike. They star on a French TV, during commissioned exhibitions and on runways, too. They release on Incienso, AD 93, PAN, and continue to operate their label, She Rocks!. K provides shows for NTS, works with Yves Tumor, 3XL, Drew McDowall, slayed her band SETH twice. Though acclaimed, collaborations are not the point. She produces music that makes temporary haven for indomitable lyrics – and these are in constant flux. You can check what they are here: [917 908-1173]. It's only a part of her fairly detailed world. A world that she abandons and then builds upon. 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈......𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓉......𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 (𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎). Take a sip of water before your memory error blinks. Dial to K. Listen to the disfragmented territory and the cast of it she’s making. It might not be what you will have thought tomorrow.