About

From a pop vantage, 20-something West Londoner Holly Wilks’ music grapples with the inevitability of death; what it means to be a woman; how to exist in a body. Amid widescreen indie melodies and smoky, ageless vocals, it’s her lyrics that are the real draw: like obsessive thought patterns, they tumble and fizz, occupying instrumental spaces other songwriters wouldn’t dare to fill, rhyming when least expected. The result is Gen Z pop of the most intimate, literate kind, treading in snow-prints left by Phoebe Bridgers and Lizzy McAlpine, but carving a path to the listener’s heart that’s loopier, and all her own.