Marcel Winatschek

Owen Pallett: Lewis Takes Off His Shirt

Owen Pallett makes music that feels like it’s trying to escape the page—all those violins spiraling over electronic glitches, like chamber pop colliding with the future. There’s something both meticulous and reckless about his work, the way he’ll spend months on an arrangement only to mess it up on purpose. He cares about beauty but refuses to be precious about it, which is probably why his stuff lands the way it does—no apology in it, just the work itself, visible and strange.