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Casey MQ & Oklou

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United In Flames w/ Malibu on NTS Radio

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Oklou | family and friends

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GREY GARDENS [RMX] CASEY MQ x LSDXOXO [LATER THAT DAY, THE DAY BEFORE, OR THE DAY BEFORE THAT (DLX), FEB 2025]

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Casey Manierka-Quaile (Casey MQ)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Queer

DOB: N/A

Ethnicity: White - Canadian

Occupation: Singer, songwriter, musician, DJ, composer, record producer

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"ict" by Oklou

DV:

At any given time I have four or five pints of ice cream in my freezer, which I rotate through but eat eat some of every day. Right now there's peach cobbler, rose pistachio, lemon blueberry parfait, and pumpkin spice (out of season!) I am trying to break this habit by baking complicated cookies and eating those instead, which has been working as a strategy for the last couple weeks but has years of ingrained habit to overcome before it can be considered successful. This is just to say it's not entirely unreasonable that it hadn't occurred to me until now that on "ict" Oklou is likely using a metaphor rather than singing an ode to literal ice cream. But part of the blame must also lie with the immersive soundscape of Oklou's production, which renders the lyrics almost irrelevant. "ict" trills and swirls and slows and speeds, but it's a spell that never breaks. Oklou had an incredible year - and performed one of the best shows I saw, accompanied by just a giant sheet stretching diagonally to the ceiling and a keyboardist (Casey MQ, who cowrote this.) But her peak was a song that is probably not actually about ice cream.

MG:

Last year we picked Oklou’s “harvest sky,” a decidedly autumnal offering, and this year we’re back with winter’s delight, “ict.” Don’t let the lyrics fool you, this is too airy, too whipped, too crusted with icy sparkles to be about summer and its oppressive humidity and indignant sweat. Even when Oklou goes light it’s still surrounded by the darkness that blanketed “harvest sky” – there’s something haunting about the way the song spins endlessly around itself and her insistence that she “cannot run anymore” rings ominous. For a song that draws inspiration from the tinny jingle of an ice cream truck, “ict” is also surprisingly faceted, full of little aural scribbles anchored by orchestral brass. In practice it sounds like the ballerina in a child’s jewelry box, twirling amidst the chaos of a busy weekday morning.

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