Remi Wolf – ‘Mud’ review: funk-pop maximalist gets her hands dirty

Remi Wolf knows what it means to say it with your chest. From her cartoonishly bombastic debut ‘Juno’ and hyper-saturated funk-pop splash of ‘Big Ideas’, to evergreen smash hits like ‘Soup’ and ‘Cinderella’, the California-born artist’s genre-clash maximalism has always shone in scintillating technicolour. But where her previous two albums were paired with fittingly vibrant visuals, the cover of her third record ‘Mud’ starkly depicts the singer caked in sludge, emerging from a swampy baptism with an uncanny smile. READ MORE: Remi Wolf on “gritty, emotional” ‘Mud’: “This album is a sonic sidestep – there’s always fear in trying something new” It’s an artistic statement that represents not only the redirection of her sound, but the emotional cleanse Wolf experienced writing this album. “I literally felt like I was covered in shit,” is how she puts it. After turning 30 this year, Wolf admits that her rebirth tracks with what’s become a rite of passage for artists experiencing their Saturn return, the planetary transit astrologers claim coincides with intense personal upheaval and self-reflection. Fresh out of a two-and-a-half-year relationship and feeling drained by the highs and lows...