Marcel Winatschek

Lara Snow

Lara Snow is actually two people—Valery Sherman and Jonathan Harpak from Tel Aviv. I don’t know why that detail matters except that every city’s underground has its own flavor, and Tel Aviv’s sounds meticulous and genuinely weird in equal measure.

The phrase I’ve seen is ’frozen melodies.’ It fits. The production is clean and precise, synths arranged with obvious intent, the kind of electronic music that could feel detached if you weren’t so aware that every choice mattered. There’s The Knife in it, some New Order, a bit of that Grimes-like coldness—artists who figured out how to build entire worlds from restraint and clarity rather than warmth.

I’m still working through it, honestly. Music this careful doesn’t always land immediately. It’s not designed to be comfortable or easy. But there’s something about the discipline of it, the confidence to say no to everything except exactly this, that keeps me coming back.

Usually when a song makes you listen twice that closely, it’s worth your time.