Opening with heavy, echoing drum loops and Casio tones in "Endless Not Aimless," a lyrically romantic invitation is extended to the listener over a minimalist production arrangement. Meanwhile "Dead Woman" and "Swallow" are posies treading into the softer realms of Brazilian jazz, with momentary mood-wranglers of sampled beats juxtaposed with her controlled melodies and breathy vocals.
The punkier "No Money Fun" is a DIY tribute to younger days spent playing in the pre-9/11 hiding spots of Miami International Airport and the quiet, seductive moments in the glow of a car's tape deck. The song hints at a central motif that Oly returns to frequently: a childlike innocence that never dares tool the esprit femelle into obvious sexuality. It's no surprise this autumn Oly will be relocating to the romantic haunts of Paris, where her small army of laptops, melodicas, and keyboards will be creating an album's worth of material. Call it lo-fi pop, roller-booty, ambient dissonance, or whatever, but there's no denying that A Hot Hooray is at all times deeply moving, soothing, and inviting.