Symmetrix: Being There (digital outlets)

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Symmetrix: Being There (digital outlets)

Marita Ryan from Melbourne delivers her self-produced indie-pop electronica music as Symmetrix.

With guitars, keyboards and programmed beats, she hits a mid-ground between her chosen genres, erring more towards the alt.pop-rock end of the spectrum (the crackling Confide, the snippy pop-rock of The Others with precision guitar passages) in songs which are snappy and self-contained.

Her vocals are usefully taut and anxious which suits the brittle nature of her sound and lyrics of disappointment and lost love . . . alongside more upbeat concerns.

Not a lot of new ground broken here but when the pop and electronica close ranks there are more than enough to be convincing.

One to listen up for.



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