Grabbing gender stereotypes by the scruff of the neck, the north london trio have spanned the stylistic sphere in this unshackled spectacle of boundary-blurring hybridity.
The big smoke, the square mile, whatever you like to call it. It’s a place of dizzying pace, where idleness and lethargy become lost within the frenzied rat race. Beyond the romanticised portrayal of city living lies a concrete jungle with a host of unwanted accessories; but not everyone conforms to this chronicle.
With a proudly horizontal middle finger pointed brazenly at the face of London’s expeditious work culture, Galactic Dust have playfully fortified the ironic sense of solitude in a city of 10 million people.
Adorning a set of rose coloured glasses, the confident troika place female empowerment at the top of their agenda, melding the bitcrushed warmth of staccato percussion within a shimmering 90’s aesthetic. It’s unconventional, but all the best things are.