Daine is to ketamine what Tame Impala is to acid. The Filipino-Australian artist’s best songs are cool to the touch: over two mixtapes and a handful of singles released since 2020, they gaze into the dreadful violence of existence with a chilly insouciance and a thousand-yard stare. Online, they have spoken about their experience with chronic pain and disability, as well as the “fire and anger … that I’ve carried from my mum and grandma’s generational trauma”.
And yet on their latest tracks they metabolise that wrath into steely resolve, dispelling any hints of injury with impish ripostes and garish techno.
