Kynsy understands the unique romance of isolation. The freedom of writing, arranging and producing her music has given the singer a sense of control and self sufficiency that has enabled her to focus on the minutiae of every song.
The Dublin based artist has developed her own songwriting rules that have given her the ability to experiment, push her own boundaries and avoid being pigeonholed into any one genre. Her music moves from the metallic lurch of a nightclubbing Iggy Pop, the icy cool of St. Vincent to the futurism of Julian Casablancas’ solo output.
Through Kynsy the twenty three year old has constructed her own world. Taking her cue from classic songwriters such as Irving Berlin as well as the abstract puzzles within David Byrne’s lyrics and the detached nonchalance of Damon Albarn, there is a spirited wit to her songwriting that singles her out from her more earnest contemporaries.
Her louche almost rakish delivery is half world-weary lounge singer, half astute soothsayer. Although there is no ironic posturing at play here, there is a deep sincerity to her words that belies the devil-may-care execution.
Her debut EP "Things That Don’t Exist" is a powerful statement of intent that channels youthful rage into something tragic yet uplifting.