It would be disingenuous to make too strong a pronouncement about what to expect of an Aldous Harding show … except to say you should probably expect several Aldous Hardings. Or, perhaps, no Aldous Hardings at all. In an indie era where the most acclaimed music tends to foreground performer identity, this New Zealand singer/songwriter/trickster leverages her vocal range to abdicate her personhood. March LP Warm Chris finds Harding hopping through her rangiest array of cryptic characters yet – from the creepily cooing to the haughtily superior, their narrative obscurity always counterbalanced by the quirky, rustic minimalism of her chamber-folk instrumentation.
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