Nina Winder-Lind is erupting

While evoking shambolic British twee pop –The Pastels, The Raincoats, and NME’s legendary C86 compilation come to mind – Nina Winder-Lind vocals are hardly demure. Classically educated on cello in Stockholm before relocating to Brighton and forming art punk band The New Eves, Wild Love represents a melange of bodily energy channeled through these experiences. Whether describing lovers, friends, or landscapes, Winder-Land’s titling remains befitting; she sings with real bite, bleating and squawking through her debut LP’s 11 songs. One is left with the impression that, in order to live, enunciation and breath must be squeezed of their full potential. Paired with her voice, the electric guitar accesses latent modes of liberation. “Headfirst” recovers early rock ’n’ roll simplicity, accompanied by a jubilant solo. Winder-Lind recalls her male peers being steered towards the instrument in childhood with unequal encouragement; the genre might be dead, but not everyone has had a fair shot at reviving it. The language of bodies remains paradigmatic, the source of our singer’s vocal elasticity. “You're not an Angel” utilizes such techniques as a reminder (or celebration) of corporeal mortal...