Pockets by Cholly

I was thinking back to being 11 years old, at the first rehearsal for the school play. It was my first year at the school, having recently moved country. It was extremely out of my comfort zone. My hands were in my pockets and I was slouching because I felt so self-conscious. The teacher shouted at me for having my hands in my pockets and for not standing up straight, as if it was the worst offence. It seemed out of the blue to me. Everyone was looking and I felt like the worst person in the world. My heart raced and my skin felt like it was covered in bugs. It was even harder to stand up straight. As children we get taught to never answer back, because it's disrespectful. Sometimes we grow up not knowing how or when to stand up for ourselves.

Experimental electronic pop artist sourcing sound design ideas from the sonic ether. Cholly alchemises all tones and timbres that strike her curiosity into pulsing electronica, wistful future garage and lo-fi art-pop grooves.

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