Julianna Barwick understands who she is as both a person and an artist, and she exudes it. A solo artist in every sense, her live performances consist
of little more than her singing into a microphone, her voice rendered hollow and enormous by reverb and effects. She sings just one measureat a
time, some fragment of a melody like a car radio heard from miles away, and then she builds on it, recording the measure and looping it, live, erecting
accents and harmonies and melodies and octaves and all measure of human sound, arriving at this cathedral of a thing, impossibly immense and
gilded. Religions have been built around more.
