Yessica Woahneil wants her EP, Music to bite your nails and spit them out to, to be the soundtrack to a moment. Not the soundtrack to a day or night, or a particularly lengthy dramatic spell in your life, but a moment: standing with your eyes close as the early spring sun shines on your face; making your bed; bitting your nails and spitting them out.
Despite the anxiety-ridden title, the five songs of the EP (which clock in around seven minutes total) aren’t weighty. Rather, these lo-fi songs, ranging from folky, to poppy, to electronic-y affairs, either have enough melodious hooks or are so softly delivered that they feel light. They are, after all, only meant to be present for a moment.
