Thanya Iyer’s KIND Celebrates and Encourages Nuance
The second album from experimental outfit Thanya Iyer is a forward-thinking triumph

Musical genres don’t mean much in 2020. Artists nowadays are mixing cumbia with electronic music, rap with metal, industrial rock with pop and so on. But fusing that disregard for stylistic categorizations with improvisation is a whole new ballgame. Montreal’s Thanya Iyer fit that description perfectly—in that their music doesn’t fit neatly into anything. The band, led by the musician, composer, producer and bandleader of the same name, are hellbent on pushing the envelope and shifting the goalposts of what is possible. Their debut album, 2016’s Do You Dream? was an ambitious swirl of classical, jazz, soul and electro-pop. In their world, instruments like toy piano, saxophone, harp and even dried clementine peels could coexist on the same record.
Their 2020 follow-up KIND raises the stakes even higher—adding more mystifying subtleties and moods—and it’s a bit easier to digest than their 19-track debut. Much like its predecessor, it’s intrigued by scale. Opulent, often busy compositions and vulnerable lyricism work beautifully together. It has the grandeur and attention to detail of an orchestral record mixed with a singer/songwriter’s intimate, singular vision—not to mention the unpredictability of improvisational music. It’s also one of those albums that’s so elegantly devised and strangely composed that you wouldn’t want to know how the sausage was made, so to speak.
KIND’s opening track “I Woke Up (in the Water)” mirrors the natural, elemental wandering of the plucked harp on Do You Dream?’s first song. The instrumentals of “I Woke Up (in the Water)” sound like how a baby bird must feel when first poking its head out of its shell—wonky and confused, yet teeming with wonder and innocence, and on its way to becoming more self-assured. There are plenty of these multi-faceted emotions brought on by eccentric instrumentation and song structures. The time signature change in “Please Don’t Hold Me Hostage for Who I Am, Who I Was” results in something slightly chilling and kaleidoscopic, and the claustrophobic onslaught of “My Mind Keeps Running” is deeply unsettling, yet fascinating and graceful. The dense, on-edge instrumentals of “Look Up to the Light” even employ the kind of ominous and playful dichotomy that’s found in classic children’s stories.