Marcel Winatschek

Grimes: Genesis

When Grimes hits, it’s usually sideways. She’s never made anything that feels designed for radio or playlists—the songs arrive already weird, already hers, like she’s building for an audience that doesn’t exist yet and probably wouldn’t want to exist the way she imagines it. There’s something admirable about that refusal to soften anything. Art that doesn’t apologize for being difficult or strange or structurally odd.

The fact that she’s become as visible as she has, making exactly what she wants, feels almost accidental. Like she just kept building and suddenly there were thousands of people listening to something nobody asked for. Most artists either compromise or disappear. She’s somehow done neither.