2hollis first got here to prominence as a part of a wave of glitchy, broken rage-rap insurrectionists, however he shortly took his unusual hybrid model into the hyperpop realm, after which right into a the sort of splintered goth-rave that his total Targaryan vampire presentation already suggests. On the brand new one-off “Harm,” he will get again to rapping, or at the least to breathlessly reeling off percussive syllables. It is a feint, or perhaps simply a place to begin at the start else comes flooding in — basic home organs, Nintendo Leisure System blip-bloops, disorientingly chopped-up sub-bass globs, a sampled bloodcurdling scream, a weirdly weak emo-pop refrain delivered by so many vocal filters that it not sounds human. When 2holls goes trying to find sonic components, I do not assume he even thinks about style. I believe he is chasing a sense — an urgently overwhelmed bodily cathars, a chaotic rush of emotion. With “Harm,” he will get there. Greatest consumed with the self-directed music video, which seems like what Woman Gaga would possibly’ve made if she’d grown up on SoundCloud rap as a substitute of Madonna. —Tom
