During the course of It Takes A Muscle, it strikes you that Maya Arulpragasam is really a doe-eyed sweetheart underneath the aural,personal, and graphic abrasiveness that only increases in obnoxiousness with each release. From the title out, // / Y / is pure awkward – nevermind a Paper Planes, you’ll be hard pressed to find a Jimmy on here. The production is a cluttered World Cup-worthy hodgepodge throughout, the theme (internet overload) often ends up swishing about in the sludgy ether, but more than ever, MIA seems a vital, if brooding, force in mainstream music.
Words: Daniel Gray
