Hachiku’s The Joys of Being Pure at Heart is the Feel-Good Album of the Year (So Far)
Hachiku's songs radiate a sunniness reminiscent of The Beths, a heart-on-her-sleeve vulnerability akin to Kate Nash and an off-kilter pop sensibility that’s sure to draw in Magdalena Bay fans.

Hachiku’s prismatic, sugary new dream-pop album The Joys of Being Pure at Heart seems to have been beamed down from a different, better universe. The synths shimmer more brightly, sublime brushes of harp sound like they’re straight out of heaven and hope shines through every word. Though filled with questions about fear, uncertainty and human connection, this is the feel good record of the year (so far).
Hachiku is the project of Anika Ostendorf, a singer, songwriter and producer originally from Germany but now based in Naarm / Melbourne. Her songs radiate a sunniness reminiscent of The Beths, a heart-on-her-sleeve vulnerability akin to Kate Nash and an off-kilter pop sensibility that’s sure to draw in Magdalena Bay fans. The Joys of Being Pure at Heart is decidedly brighter both in sound and outlook than Ostendorf’s 2020 excellent debut album I’ll Probably Be Asleep, while also embracing her weirder sonic impulses. Whether due to a change in perspective, the people around her or some other magical X factor, she’s gone from asserting, “Your sympathy is weak / And it means nothing to me” on the title track of I’ll Probably Be Asleep to “Your heart so full of empathy / So glad when you’re around” on the new LP’s loved-up song “What Rhyme with Serendipity.”
The Joys of Being Pure at Heart feels like an utterly improbable album in a time of such overwhelming gloom and doom—and rest assured, Ostendorf doesn’t ignore the problems that face us. It’s just that she is unrelenting in her resolve to drive out the dark with her own inner light, and calls on us all to do the same. “No common ground to stand on if you keep / dropping bombs,” she reminds us on “Victims of Our Own Demise”—one of the album’s most overtly political and aurally expansive songs—while also acknowledging what divides us: “the walls we built too strong.”