Masca have a sound that toes a line between delirium and euphoria, which sort of sums up the human condition right now, but also their own journey as a band. Having been born out of the pandemic, and then making this debut while vocalist/guitarist Christina Maynard was pregnant and recording between throwing up, they captures chaos, family, friendship and figuring out your shit.
The three Bristolian musketeers have their fingers in many pies on Love Letters. There are minuscule details in every crevice: rhythms that change from sluggish to speedy, weird little instrumental quirks and fuzzed-up guitars, even vocals from Christina that range from Kate Bush wails to punky commands.
From opener Act My Age, it’s clear that through their weird funky rock style, they’re working their way through the overwhelm of choice and discovering who you are. Love Letters and Oxytocin feel related, as the former asks ‘Am I running out of time?’ with the latter demanding ‘Soothe me, soothe me’.