There is this sweet spot where pleasure and pain resolve into a rich harmony full of wild overtones—she lives there. Oscillating between the seemingly irrational and the deeply intuitive wisdom of the body, she calls this state of mind the sublime. Every time she hits this chord, she is everything she wants to be, and nothing of what anyone could or would expect of her. She is pure flux. Free from definition. Free from the clutches of a language refined over millennia and deployed to dominate the female mind/body. Ladies, gentlemen, beings across all spectra who command and architect your own definition, please meet Dijana VI.
Pressing play on the ‘Forbidden Parables,' her debut EP, changes the charge in the room instantly, like a shot of a gun lying on the bedside table in a cutaway scene in a film noir flick, or like Marlene Dietrich walking onto the screen dressed in a suit. men’s clothes, with a halo of cigarette smoke around her. Until the music finally stops, you are literally trapped in cinematic dream-time: being led, as if by hand, through a maze of mirrors, ultimately getting a glimpse into the textures of this being’s consciousness — love, passion, fear, tension/release, ecstatic inflections, and all. And most importantly, you experience a sense of liberation characterized by the attitude of “ I am indifferent to your judgment of myself”
Call it avant-pop – the arrangements are rich and expansive, an amalgam of film music, rock, and trip-hop-inflected electronica crowned by a full-bodied, husky voice. She commands this instrument with ease, moving effortlessly from a laid-back restraint to scaling rapturous heights. You can imagine every molecule in her body vibrating. You feel it, because she feels it! Because she’s lived it! And when she says this a letter to self, a reminder to stay on the left hand path, a soundtrack celebrating transgression – you better believe her!
