Andrea Silva hails from Bogot√°, Colombia, where she roamed freely with horses and collected star dust in mason jars she fashioned out of glass from vacant shores. Somewhere in this combination of activities she formed a sound equal parts clean and dystopian. A sound she perhaps found by jiggling around restlessly an abandoned shoebox imagining it was a magic eight ball which would reveal a perverse and icy future. Instead she has thus excavated songs which are somehow dejected and reflect a vague hope to belong. 

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