Like a kite caught in competing winds, Alchemic Amazon’s soundscape understands strength and fragility aren’t opposites but coordinates on the same axis. Beyond its definite self-exploratory character, the philosophy informing the EP seems rooted in other transgressive practices. Joiah’s productions navigate the liminal space between breakbeat and house music with the confidence of someone who understands genre as suggestion rather than law, and genre boundaries as just another construct awaiting refutation. Her beats don’t pound so much as they pulse, organically syncing to the listeners’ cardiac rhythms. A reminder of how the kick of drums has often synced with a primal heartbeat older than language itself.

It’s Joiah’s voice, though, that alchemises each track. Delicate yet weighted with strength, her voice floats through the tracks as haunting and impossible to ignore. As you move through  the EP, the warrior archetype visually invoked by its cover unfolds. Not as the sword-swinging Amazon of male fantasy, but something deeper and as such opposite. This is a version of the self who understands how battles are fought in the psyche, and that resilience is measured not in scars collected but in shadows integrated. Each track documents a different stage of metamorphosis, as Joiah maps the work of becoming both instrumentally and lyrically.

The structure of the EP mirrors this journey. Four original tracks draft the transformation, while Paolo Mosca’s remix offers an alternate lens. The instrumental versions do something else entirely. As Joiah’s voice is stripped away, the remaining pulsing beats encourage you to reconnect with your rhythms: your breath, your heartbeat, and, per chance, those of your shadows too. Without Joiah’s voice as an anchor, you are invited to unearth whatever truth the tracks hold for you. You can experience Joiah’s voice as a guide, or you can complete the alchemy on your own terms.

Alchemic Amazon refuses easy categorisation. This is electronic music you may find yourself dancing to in a club, but also sit with at 4 am when you’re faced altogether with all you’ve been running from. Dancing isn’t separate from meaning; rather, it’s how meaning is fundamentally enhanced. These tracks undeniably function as club tools, yet they’re designed to be experienced as a ritual. The body becomes the interpretive tool, each pulse unlocking layers of inner significance that exist nowhere else but in the embodied encounter with the music itself.