In her debut solo album, Psycho Tyko, Alison Clancy leads us into a distinct world all her own: a tripped out, lucid dream, alt-pop adventure. It’s grunge, it’s psychedelic disco, it’s a sonic fantasy where reality bends to the will of it’s sweet voiced master. Alison Clancy is an artist easy to love, and hard to define. A performer in all respects, she may be found dancing with The Metropolitan Opera one day, writing for a Swedish theater company the next, or playing DIY shows in Brooklyn with her band. A mountain girl originally form Nevada City, California, Clancy’s carved out an original and striking sound in the New York scene and brings herself to this record with intimate volatility.
Clancy and NYC producer duo Cliff Lin and Marisa Cristina of CityGirl met one night at a show their bands were performing in. They both had the same guitar but didn’t realize it. While watching Clancy’s set, Marisa assumed Clancy’d just decided to borrow her guitar without asking. While some might be upset, Marisa thought it was a cool move, and came up to her afterwards to let her know she had a good feeling about them collaborating. Their mutual love for telecasters and frank behavior soon blossomed into a friendship of late night misadventures turning into early morning sessions in CityGirl’s soho studio creating Psycho Tyko; an ambitious and diverse record, intricately textured with heavy synths, distorted beats, post punk guitars and tender vocals, all in tandem with CityGirl’s penchant for telegenic immersive compositions and sounds. The seven songs, each accompanied by an original image form Jason Akira Somma, evoke visions of a beautiful girl on an acid trip. It’s after hours sex in a neon haze of transcendental curiosity.
