With a name like Pixey, it’s no wonder her latest EP, Colours, screams ethereal.
The sweet psychedelic rush brings the twinkle from a starry night sky right down to earth, just above the Mersey. In her guitar twangs you see shooting stars flying past your eyes. Echoing across the tracks, the wispy blend of indie-pop rushes the clouds away, leaving a crystal-clear sky to adore before disappearing into the deep harmonies of her voice.
Recorded in her bedroom, the lyrics burst out and roam free to become this constellation up above. Between the Big Bear and Little Bear, Pixey’s cluster of colours may only shine for fifteen minutes, but it burns with the strength of the Northern Lights. Stargazing had never felt so easy when paired with her intricate melodies, bringing light to the rough edges of the sky.
In the finishing bass line you feel the impending sunrise dance upon the horizon. Embodying the beauty of the night, Pixey pulls back the curtain to a new calling of pop, so sweet you can taste it.
Haiku Review
Shooting stars pass by,
Shining across the Mersey.
Liverpool’s finest.
