Emmy Bryce

Uplifting as it is, there are ghosts of childhood bike rides and sun-faded suburban scenes haunting the Polaroid-pop of Melbourne newcomer Emmy Bryce. It might be the hint in Emmy’s rhythms and phrasings of formative years spent watching early ’90s alt-pop stars on Saturday morning television. Or that the songs which make up Emmy’s imminent self-titled EP release were recorded amongst strung-up bed sheets and mattresses in the lounge room of her 1930s-built house.