Boston synthesizer designer and tone warper, Jessica Rylan’s performances are spare but magnetic, using empty space and static moods as a beacon for transfixion. When she speaks into her microphone, her circuits chop, bend and break her earnest confessions as she paces and sways, calibrating knobs to reconfigure the sound. Rylan’s intimate sort of noise is steady and patient, not given to the momentary onslaughts of many of her peers. Even when she goes entirely instrumental, her synthesizers abide the same general aesthetic, their sudden shifts in tone and texture meant to pull you closer into her different gravity, not blow you further into your own.
